Page 27 of Her Devious Daddies

The cafe had round tables in the middle of comfy, cozy armchairs. Spotting Logan across the room, I headed to his table. He smiled as I approached and took the seat next to him. He appeared relaxed, twirling the half-full coffee mug in between his fingers. I had been looking forward to our date as we texted back and forth the past few days. Still, even with our conversations, seeing him in the flesh started a fresh swarm of butterflies in my belly.

“Thank you for waiting for me, Logan. I had an unexpected meeting with a doctor I’ve been trying to get to see me for weeks,” I babbled.

“It’s fine, darling. You let me know, and I appreciate it. What’s your drink of choice?”

“Hm.” I tapped my chin and tried to remember my favorite concoction. “White chocolate mocha. Hot with whipped cream on top.”

“I’ll get a refill and grab your coffee.” Logan stood up.

I nodded, admiring the way his jeans fit, pulling on his thighs as he walked. He wore a simple navy Henley-style shirt that showed his muscles, making them look so good without being flashy. The ease with which he strode to the counter, and everything else about him exuded a classy dominance. I continued to stare as he returned and sank down into the plush cushion of the chair.

“I don’t get flustered easily, Logan,” I offered as he leaned back, resting his foot on his opposite thigh. Something about his posture drove me wild. There was just so much confidence oozing from everything he did.

“Good to know.” He stared at me, his eyes twinkling, until I looked away, then asked, “Do I fluster you?”

“Since the first time I met you.”

“Hm. Is that why you ran out of my store?”

“I didn’t–” Sipping on my coffee gave me something else to focus on. I enjoyed the sweet drink for a moment before glancing at Logan. He cocked an eyebrow while waiting for me to reconsider what I’d been poised to say. “I purchased my items and exited post-haste,” I stated softly.

“Uh huh. Yet, you didn’t contact me before you went to the club. I could have ensured you had a better experience. I would have paired you with someone to give you a full tour of the place, talk about scenes more in-depth regarding where they are held in the club, or whatever you wanted to explore. As well as non-scene related topics. Not a negotiation, just information. That way you would have been more comfortable in the space before attending a party.”

“Pfft. Do you do that for every person who walks into your club?” I rolled my eyes. There was no way a personal tour and all of that was a regular activity.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” Logan dropped his leg and leaned forward. “It’s part of my professional responsibility. Ensuring the enjoyment and security of every guest is also a personal responsibility. I would never want anyone to be uncomfortable or leave with a poor taste in their mouth.”

“It’s not your job to make sure each guest is personally satisfied.”

He sipped from his coffee and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Logan shook his head before setting the cup down. “You worded that funny, but yes, it is. I take my role seriously, because if someone visits my club and they have a negative experience, it’s not just a bad internet rating. They might not explore anything again as it relates to the community or worse, they may not delve further into their own wants, needs, and desires.”

I had to hand it to Logan. He had a very good point. “I never looked at it that way.”

“Creekside is more than just a club to me.”

“What made you open the club in the first place? Falcon Creek is such a small town. When Eli told me there was a unique... watering hole here, I was a bit shocked.”

“When the building was listed for sale, I already owned the store, or I may have incorporated both locations together. The surrounding land is zoned residential, not for business. However, there’s a few… gray areas when it comes to the nature of the club. I have a lot of friends with way more experience in laws and regulations. We found some loopholes. Basically, there was a hole and we filled it.”

“So, I’m hearing that you’re a talented entrepreneur who successfully runs multiple businesses and you enjoy filling holes?” I could not keep the grin off my face as my question reached his ears.

He shook his head and subtly licked his lips. “Careful, Karsyn. I enjoy teasing them as well.”

Well, fuck. I might as well pour lighter fluid on our already smoldering connection. “You should show me.”

Logan stroked the scruff of his beard, something he seemed to do often, usually when he was thinking before he spoke. He studied me for a few moments, letting the span of silence increase the tension, rather than stifle it. “We’re ten minutes away from my house. Would you like to come over?”

I rolled my eyes, my bratty side popping her head out before I could even stop the gesture. “I didn’t mean now, Logan.”

He stood up. “I did. Let’s go.”

I leaned against the cushions, scanning his posture. My eyes landed on his absolutely gorgeous forearms, the muscles casually flexing as he held his hand out to me. I swept my gaze upward, looking at his face. I didn’t have to obey him or comply with his decree. Licking my lips, I said nothing and made no move to get up from my chair. Logan set his hands on either armrest, effectively caging me in the small space.

“If you think I won’t toss you over my shoulder and carry you out, darling, you’re mistaken.”

His words stirred something low in my belly. No, much lower, and in between my legs. If we were at his club or in his office or anywhere other than in the middle of a coffee shop in our small-ass town, I would have demanded he follow through. But in public? I didn’t really want to provoke the handsome, dominant man leaning into my personal space. Did I? I swallowed hard, glancing back and forth between the door and him.

“I can’t get up if you’re blocking me, Logan.”

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