His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 282 Joyride

Ella

“Wait! What about that ride?” I slowly turned around, my eyes wide, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes were met with Logan’s smirking face, his expression dancing with mischief.

“Well?” Logan asked, pushing himself off of the hood of one of the cars and coming over to meet me by the door. “Just one joyride? I’m itching for a good drive. Being stuck in the basement all day really made me crave seeing the sunset. I swallowed. “I really shouldn’t,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’ve got work…”

“Work, shmork,” Logan interrupted with a grin.

“Pick a car. Any car.” “But… I’ve never been on a really fast ride,” I stammered, my mind a whirl of confusion and excitement. “I mean, growing up in such a dense city, we barely drove at all except to go to our mountain estate in the summers.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement and making them stand out against his dirt- stained skin. “So that must be why you always want to walk everywhere.”

looked away feeling

of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and I promise it’ll

inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part

Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but I really

firm. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t overthink it.

of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful

barely above

lit up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which

more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about

I said, my voice full

you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never drove too fast

seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his

him, my eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of fear and

engine roared to life, and Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense as we accelerated, the world

then, as Logan skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell he

wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road,

I yelled back, feeling free and wild as the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling

shared understanding passing between us. He