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 self-conscious. How had he noticed something

and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery,

inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and

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

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 mouse. “Don’t overthink it. Just choose a car and let’s go. Trust me, you’ll

agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible

my voice barely above

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

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 that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of

I said, my voice full

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

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

calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his

wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling

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

fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell

over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his

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

passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned