His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 288 The Lovers’ Dance

Ella

The crimson hue that painted my cheeks felt hotter than the finest wine.

“Dance?” I echoed, a mix of incredulity and apprehension dripping from the word. Logan’s smirk only deepened, his gaze roving over me in a manner that was equally taunting and enticing.

“Wine just has a way of making me want to move,” he said, taking a step closer, his body. swaying lightly to the gentle rhythm of the song playing in the background. “Especially to a song like this. Don’t you feel it?”

Biting my lip, I fidgeted on the spot and took a step back. “I… I don’t really know how to dance,” I admitted, though it felt more like a weak excuse to get out of having to get close to him. He raised a brow in surprise.

“You? Ella Morgan, heir to the Morgan legacy, doesn’t know how to dance? Weren’t there galas, balls, and all sorts of fancy parties where dancing was practically a requirement?”

Rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, I nodded. “They did make me take lessons. Loads of them. But,” I paused, seeking the right words, “I was a bit of a tomboy growing up. Always running around in the mud, climbing trees. Those dancing lessons? I sat there, arms crossed, as sullen as a raincloud. Refused to learn a step.”

A chuckle escaped Logan’s lips, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, the rebellious little heiress. You continue to surprise me, Ella. How about now? Fancy a quick lesson?”

disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance, the wine, and perhaps Logan’s magnetic pull made

finally relented. “But don’t laugh if I step on your

learning process,” he quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled

I stumbled, nearly tripping over my own feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he

minutes ticked by, I began to notice just how fluidly he moved. Logan was

eyes. Our gazes locked, and I saw something shift in his-a tenderness, perhaps. Something far different and far softer than the mafia guy

seemed to fade. The gentle strumming

synchronize, my initial clumsiness melting away

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not

of red. “I guess not,” I murmured. “Maybe I was a bit crass

“Or maybe you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned even

resonated in the still air,

leap out of my chest. We teetered on the brink of a kiss. The music was still, but the tension between Logan

so thick it was almost unbearable. But just as the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked

his fingers finding mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace I had just fled from. Our

darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like

His words, as sincere as they sounded, felt like an intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With

sort,” I declared. defiantly. But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement

emotions a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I

deadly, “I’ll slice you open with these.” As I spoke, my claws, sharp and deadly, began to protrude

and my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to the