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Then, as the definition of serenity and grace, he shouted across the house like a goblin. “Is there a fucking vase somewhere in this Goddamn house?”
Lorelei and Bethany appeared out of nowhere. Lorelei pointed and Bethany scaled the countertops to the high shelf where there was one lone vase. She tossed it down to Logan like they were a well-oiled machine. “Thank you, Bets,” he said.
It was all curious. Meyers are curious creatures and Logan’s becoming one of them. Maybe he always was one and he had but to find his people.
We’re in my car now. I steal glances at him, doing my best to be discreet.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road, Elkington,” he says. “I know I look like a million dollars, but you’ll have to wait until we get to the restaurant to feast your eyes.”
Which is all that’s going to get to feast. Unless … “Is there still a no-sex rule?”
“Rhett, for fucksake. Yes, there’s still a no-sex rule. Besides, that would be all kinds of weird now, don’t you think?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“You’re a dog.”
If the shoe fits. “Are you wearing pretty panties again?”
“Yes.” He smirks. “Is your dick hard?”
“As a hockey stick.” He laughs and nowIfeel like a million dollars. “What’s the point in wearing something like that if you’re not going to let me see them?”
“I didn’t wear them for you, gorilla. I feel sexy in them.”
I’ve got to see them.Needto see them.
“The idea of me in lace is killing you,” he devises.
“Yes. Show me.”
“You’re driving,” he says, but that’s not a no.
“Red light,” I say, pulling to a stop earlier than I need to.
Logan hikes up the dress with mischief on his face. He only exposes one side of his peach-shaped ass, but I get a peek at one perfect globe and the band of black lace that arcs over his hip. Asking for a peek was a mistake, I want all of him now. What does his dick look like with a sheen of lace in front of it?
He covers himself. “That’s for letting me touch your dick the other night. Now we’re even.”
If I let him touch it again, will I get to see more?
“FYI, I’m kissing you at the end of the night,” I inform him. If I can’t fuck him, I’ll tongue fuck him instead.
I allow for a little more fanfare when we arrive at the restaurant. It’s our second date and it’s his birthday. The media needs to have its day with that. They adore his dress and ask him who he’s wearing.
Maybe I should take him to get lash extensions? His are already gorgeous, but they would make him extra. And nails. He’d love going to the salon for fake nails, wouldn’t he?
Logan leans toward my ear as they take pictures of us. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Your mind is whirring at eighty miles a minute.”
How could he know that? He reads me easily. Meanwhile, I can’t tell if he loves or hates flowers, even with a team of private investigators I can send out to gather information for me. “I don’t know anything about you.”
“Isn’t that what dates are for? Just ask me. If I don’t want to answer you, I’ll tell you to shove a cactus up your ass.” He kisses my cheek.
A million lights turn on inside my body. I rub over the place where he bit me on my wrist. It’s still sore, but it reminds me of his little mark on me.
