His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 359 A Long Night

Ella

The sound of the plane’s wheels screeching against the landing strip jerked me awake.

For a moment, I was disoriented-until I felt the weight of an arm around my shoulders and saw Logan sitting next to me. My cheeks flushed as I realized I had fallen asleep against him. God, I even felt a small wet spot on my cheek where I must have drooled.

Classy, Ella, I thought to myself.

“That was a quick flight,” I mumbled, pretending that I hadn’t just been sleeping on Logan’s shoulder as I sat up to discreetly wipe my cheek with the back of my hand.

Logan chuckled and pulled his arm away to give me space. “Sure, it’s quick when you sleep. like a princess the whole time.”

My face burned hotly, but not just from embarrassment. Somewhere deep inside, my wolf purred in approval, convinced that Logan had opened up to us earlier. Something about the way he had talked to me, the way that he let me lean on him for comfort, was sweet. And Ema wouldn’t let me forget that.

But sweet or not, I reminded both myself and my wolf silently, our worlds were just too different. And we couldn’t forget-he was a mobster. The odds of him leaving that life, despite his best efforts, were next to zero. Not to mention how my parents would react. I was already taking a risk by having him here.

As the seatbelt light blinked off, I grabbed my purse from the overhead bin, and we made our way off the plane. Relief washed over me once my feet hit solid ground again, and after finding our luggage, we made our way out onto the bustling street.

And, just as I suspected, a sleek black town car was already waiting for us outside.

the driver said, pushing himself away from the hood of

hint of blush beginning to creep into my

the door for us. Of course he did, I thought to myself. I could already picture him: sitting in his office, calling his own personal driver to pick me up from

welcoming me home in the lap of luxury, but there was no doubt in my mind that my

climbed into the car, Logan shot me an amused look, but said

hotel, and it was just as grand as I had expected from Logan’s taste -sparkling chandeliers, ornate furnishings, and staff who moved with a sort of calculated grace.

elevator. “Used to personal drivers and

reflection in the elevator mirror. I looked a bit haggard from the flight. Dark circles rimmed my eyes, my hair was a

to travel attire. But for some reason, being beside Logan and seeing how he glanced surreptitiously at me in the mirror as though checking me out, I suddenly felt

hotel that made me feel that

plenty of hotels,” I chided. “Just nothing

“Something wrong with

I averted my gaze to the floor. “Your tastes are just different than

nervously anticipating what would

slid open to reveal a lush corridor that could

doors. As he unlocked them and pushed the doors open, I peeked into my room and almost

a lavish bathroom and even a small kitchenette. I could live here, I thought to

The implication of that closeness settled over me like a heavy blanket, amplifying the tension that had been building ever since we boarded

just yet. “Only the

Because, for a split second, when he said that word-fiancee-I felt a tiny leap in my heart. And that was dangerous territory. My wolf seemed