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?”

by our earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance, the wine, and perhaps Logan’s

relented. “But don’t laugh if I step

it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his body

feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he

just how fluidly he

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

each other’s eyes, the world outside seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of

began to synchronize, my initial clumsiness melting away with Logan’s

smirking down at me.

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

maybe you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned even redder, but we

the song resonated in the still air, reality

on the brink

so thick it was almost unbearable. But just as the world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him.

into the embrace I had just fled from. Our

low, coaxing. His blue eyes, 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 about reasons. I

like an intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength, I shoved him off, creating a distance between us once

declared. defiantly. But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her

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

you ever try that again,” I warned, my voice low and deadly, “I’ll slice you open with these.” As I spoke, my claws, sharp

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