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.”

made me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious.

gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and

my lip, torn between curiosity and caution. My wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part

very generous of you, but I really should be going. 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

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

I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, let’s

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

my eyes were drawn once more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something

one,” I said, my voice full of wonder. “It looks really

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

senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious

hands were shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into the driver’s

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

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

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

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

between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection