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?”

part that was still stung by our earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance, the wine,

finally relented. “But don’t laugh if

the learning process,” he quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his body was palpable, and the proximity made my heart

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

minutes ticked by, I began to notice just how fluidly he

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 had

outside seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of the guitar, the soulful lyrics-it all created an

my initial clumsiness melting away with

down at me. “Not so

felt my cheeks tinge a shade of red. “I guess not,” I murmured. “Maybe I was a bit crass

never had. the right partner.” My face turned even redder, but we continued moving together,

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

to leap out of my chest. We teetered on the brink of a kiss. The music was still, but the tension between Logan and me was palpable, electric. Our lips hovered,

just as the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was out of

tug, he pulled me into the embrace I had just fled from. Our faces were close, so

I really like you.

the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of

wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement

whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show

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

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