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

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

quipped, extending a hand. Accepting it, I found myself pulled into his embrace. The warmth of his

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

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

help but glance up at him, admiration evident in my eyes. Our gazes locked, and I saw something shift in

eyes, the world outside seemed to fade. The gentle

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

Logan said, smirking down at me. “Not so bad, is

murmured. “Maybe I was a

the right partner.” My face turned even redder,

in the still air, reality came

if it was about 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

world seemed to fade, my instincts kicked in, propelling me away from him. I

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

darkened with desire, locked onto mine. “I like you. I really like you.

intrusion-a trespass into the sanctuary of my emotions. With a surge of strength,

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

in a show of defiance, I fixed Logan with a glare, my eyes aflame

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

callback to my more primal instincts. My canines elongated into fangs, and my ears, normally rounded, sharpened to fine points – a throwback to the fiery little girl I once was, the one who