His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 282

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.”

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

and coaxing, his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We

to let loose and have

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

shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a

sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I

said, my voice barely above

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

at the row of 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

full of wonder. “It looks

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

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

calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled

wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture

and Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held

excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind

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

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,

us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling

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