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.”

words made me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something so

coaxing, his hand gesturing at the row 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 be an experience you’ll never

me to take the plunge, to let loose and

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

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. Just choose a car and let’s go. Trust

looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and

my voice barely above a whisper.

his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do your

cars, but my eyes were drawn once more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of excitement. It looked as though

my voice full of wonder.

eyes dancing with mischief. “Ah, I knew you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door for me, and I hesitated

seat and felt the scent of polished leather take over my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never drove too fast unless he really needed to, and I never learned

edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice

and nodded. “Ready,” I

out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense as we accelerated, the world blurring past

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 knew what he was doing, and I started to have

Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down,

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 up from deep within me, pure

us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new