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

not?” I finally relented. “But don’t laugh if I step

pulled into his embrace.

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

I began to notice just how fluidly he moved. Logan was a natural dancer, his steps graceful and

couldn’t help but glance up at him, admiration evident in my eyes. Our gazes locked, and I saw something shift in his-a tenderness, perhaps. Something far different and far softer than the mafia guy I

to fade. The gentle strumming

synchronize, my initial clumsiness

said, smirking down at

murmured. “Maybe I was a bit crass

the right partner.” My face

as the final chords of the song resonated in the still air, reality came rushing back. Our faces were mere inches

was about to leap out of my chest. We teetered on

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

took a step forward, his fingers finding mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the embrace I had

darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this whole ‘fated mates’ thing. messing with our heads, but right now, I couldn’t care less

intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions.

don’t feel anything of the sort,” I declared. defiantly. But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a

over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I fixed Logan with a glare, my eyes aflame with a mixture of anger

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

normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to the fiery little girl I once was, the one who would throw tantrums that would terrify even