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.”

feeling self-conscious. How had

hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and

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

don’t know, Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of

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

of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible to

my voice barely

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

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 about it

voice full of wonder. “It

for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door

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

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

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

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

skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled

convertible top down,

I yelled back, feeling free and wild as the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair

at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and yet somehow

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