Page 27 of My Best Friend's Brother

Get a grip, Jessica.

He chuckled softly, walking backwards as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“If you’re not, lose the towel and get in with me.”

My jaw dropped then, and he raised his eyebrows.

“No one is in. So we could get away with it.”

“You’ve got agirlfriend!” I spat, stunned.

“We’re not exclusive.” He shrugged, lifting his hands to rest on the top of the door frame, gazing at me with a heated expression.

What the hell was going on?! My head swam with uncertainty, and I shook when he looked at me expectantly.

“You’re my best friend’s brother!”

“So?” He drawls, glancing back at the shower. “Yes, or no?”

“No! I’ve got a boyfriend,” I said, glueing my eyes to his face so he didn’t get the wrong idea. But his face was just as beautiful as the rest of him, so I struggled.

“Poor bastard,” Logan sighed, releasing the doorframe.

“Excuse me?” I demanded, unable to believe the audacity of Logan Zander.

“If I were your boyfriend, I’d want to be the reason you refused.”

With that, he smiled at me, walking into the bathroom. I turned away, running into Ellie’s room and leaning against the door. My chest heaved, and my mouth was dry. I still clutched my clothes and wondered if I’d just imagined that little exchange.

He must’ve been joking.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Either way, I couldn’t get the image of being in the shower with Logan out of my damn mind.

Chapter Nine

LOGAN

I wasn’t aching as badly as before.

I’d promised my boss I’d go in and do a few shifts for him this weekend, but I was pissed off.

I just wanted to get fucked up.

Jenna blew up my phone until I told her in no uncertain terms to fuck off—reminding her that I wasn’t her fucking husband, and I never would be. This caused a full-scale argument which I ended—along with the phone call.

The bar was rammed already, and it was barely nine in the evening.

Fucking students.

The happy hour drew them in, and the half-price shots caused five people deep queues at the bar. It kept me busy, though, and there were plenty of hot women to check out. One, in particular, was purring in my ear over the loud music, and her thick Eastern European accent made my dick hard. She was all blonde hair and big blue eyes, and I was there for it.

“Do you get a break?” She asked, twirling her finger around the sugar of her Mojito.

I finished pouring the Porn Star Martini for her friend, who looked bored as fuck.

“Nope, sorry, darlin’.”

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