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 the car as we

could already feel the hint of blush beginning to creep into my cheeks as my

sent me,” the driver said with a warm smile as he opened the door for us. Of course he did, I thought to myself. I could already picture him:

the lap of luxury, but there was no doubt in my mind that my father

shot me an amused look, but

we arrived at the 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. I couldn’t

as we stepped onto the elevator. “Used to personal drivers and Lincoln

rimmed my eyes, my hair was a bit of a mess, and now

and seeing how he glanced surreptitiously

maybe it was just the fancy hotel that

been to plenty of hotels,” I

“Something wrong with

“Your tastes are

to our floor was quick, but my heart rate seemed to disagree. It pounded in my chest, nervously anticipating what would come next. What

open to reveal a lush corridor that could have belonged

led the way, stopping in front of two adjacent doors. As he unlocked them and pushed the doors open, I peeked into my room

a room, it was a suite, complete with a lavish bathroom and

separated only by a thin, ornate railing. The implication of that closeness settled over me

couldn’t quite place just yet. “Only the best for my ‘fiancee”,” he said, emphasizing the last word as if it were

eyes, not trusting myself to speak. Because, for a split second, when he said that word-fiancee-I felt a tiny leap in my heart. And that was