His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 291 The Alpha Princess

Logan

“Ready to go?” I finished clasping the necklace onto Ella’s delicate neck, taking note of how my hands threatened to shake just from our close proximity.

Ella nodded, grabbing a small purse. She followed me out the door and down the steps of her apartment building, her heels clicking in the quiet atmosphere of the building’s hallways.

“So,” I said as we descended through the narrow stairwell, “that dress looks lovely on you, just as it did when you bought it.”

Ella blushed slightly. “Thanks. And thank you. for the necklace.”

I shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. Consider it an… apology.”

“An apology?” Ella chuckled wryly as we walked down the stairs. It was an oddly charming sound that I had gotten all too familiar with over the past weeks, ever since I met her. The Alpha Princess had a sarcastic air about her that was honestly a nice reprieve from all of the giggling and useless conversation I had become used to with the sort of women who were interested in me.

“Yes, an apology,” I replied. “For being an ass. And for coming at you with this event last minute.”

delicately. In the dim light of the stairwell, I could see how her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink upon touching it. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did really

not wanting to come across as abrasive with my next question, “but there are going to be a lot of events like this in the future. Do you have any other

turned a little more red. “What do you mean?”

that’s not what I meant. I only mean to say that you’ll need more than two dresses. As lovely as you look in the two we bought that day, outfit repeating is… not

then.” Ella stopped

let out

can say that

“I know.”

was. It

entitled woman who would jump at the opportunity for a free chance at moving up in the

wrong I was. Ella was different, and not in the cliche sense. She overturned many of my expectations, and exceeded the rest of them. I was

I said, managing a smile in

had a gentle chill, a

the foot of her apartment’s steps as she locked her door, thinking how the soft glow from the corridor lights perfectly outlined the silhouette of her

dress-the one we picked out together that day we went shopping-clung to her form

Ella teased, sauntering down

“Can you blame me? Besides, that dress… The green really brings out your eyes and your

It was a playful, flirty gesture, although something told me that it wasn’t intentional. “You know what else likes to bask?” she asked. “Lizards. On

to follow up on your previous question, no, I don’t have any other dresses..

“Why?” I asked.

she replied as she walked down the steps and followed me to the car. “I figured

that word: mafia. It was a constant reminder of my status in life, of all of the luxuries I had afforded because of crime and violence. But Ella

of my sleek black sports car for her. “So, do you have any other leisure pursuits apart from work?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. As Ella settled into the plush leather seat, she