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,

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

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

steps were a disaster. I stumbled, nearly tripping over my own feet, but Logan’s hold was secure. With a gentle firmness, he guided me, his laughter light and teasing but

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

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

seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of the guitar, the soulful lyrics-it

my initial

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not

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

right partner.” My face

in the still air, reality came rushing

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, almost

fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I was out of breath, my

me into the embrace I had just fled from. Our faces were close, so close that I could feel the warmth

whispered, his voice low, coaxing. His blue eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this

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

within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a

internally, my emotions a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I fixed Logan with a glare, my eyes aflame with a mixture of

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

normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to