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.”

blush, and I looked away feeling

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

wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let

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

Ella,” Logan interrupted, his voice gentle but 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

or hidden agenda. All

finally said, my voice barely above a

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

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

I said, my voice full

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 for a moment, my

the scent of polished leather take over my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious

I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of

garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath,

He drove fast, but it was a controlled

the wind as he put the convertible top

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,

Logan, and our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned,