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?”

still stung by our earlier disagreements-wanted to refuse, the ambiance,

relented. “But don’t laugh if I step

myself pulled into his embrace.

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

to notice just how fluidly he moved.

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,

blush even more deeply. Caught in the rhythm and each other’s eyes, the world outside seemed to fade. The gentle strumming of the

initial clumsiness melting

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not

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

chuckled. “Or maybe you just never had. the right partner.” My face turned even redder, but we continued moving together,

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

about to leap out of my chest. We teetered on the brink

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

mine. With a gentle tug, he pulled me into the

darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like you. Maybe it’s this whole ‘fated

sounded, felt like an intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength, I shoved him off, creating

declared. defiantly. But within me, my wolf called my bluff. “Liar,” she chided, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “You want to.

snapped back at her internally, my emotions a whirlwind of conflict. Tossing my hair over my shoulder in a show of defiance, I fixed

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

into fangs, and my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to the fiery little girl