Page 50 of Wilde Secrets

She had nothing to lose. The phone call from King had ripped away any allusions that this nightmare would go away quickly. It was almost beyond belief that Isla had been dumped by her record label. King had mentioned something about a clause in the contract that allowed them to do that, but by then, Harper had been so overwhelmed she wasn’t paying much attention.

What she did know was that Isla’s career was ruined, and it was all her fault. The only thing Harper could do to make it up to Isla was write this album. To write the best album she could.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been trying. And that was part of the problem. Trying to force creativity had never worked for Harper. What she needed was to relax and let the lyrics and the music come to her.

Easier said than done.

So by the time Logan had strolled out onto the deck in the late afternoon light, she’d been ready for a diversion.

And Logan was one hell of a diversion.

Is that all he is?

It was too soon to have big feelings for someone—they’d met only a matter of days earlier—and now she wanted to climb into bed with him. Just because she was attracted to him didn’t mean she was going to fall in love with the guy. Maybe all she needed was a little distraction…

Who was she kidding? She’d climb him where he stood. He was strong enough, why not up against the wall?

He was stunning, with his slightly grown out brown waves that flopped over his forehead, and those green eyes. She could drown in those eyes.

And when he’d kissed her, and she knew it wasn’t all in her head…

Now, she stood so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body as her hand traced over the sun-bronzed muscles of his chest.

“Harper,” he practically growled.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked from under lowered lashes.

“It’s more about do you know what you’re starting?”

Oh, she knew. She knew exactly what she was doing. She decided to lay her cards on the table, at least then she’d know where she stood.

“I like you. I think you like me?”

“Princess, you have no idea.”

She grinned at that. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She slid her hand around his neck. He groaned as she delved her fingers into the still damp hair on his nape that curled around her fingers. It was so soft, probably the only soft thing about Logan. He was all muscled strength, scowls and few words.

But she felt safe with him.

“I want to feel good.” Her chest tightened a little as she spoke. Why couldn’t she just have this one thing—this one night?

“A glass of wine and a foot rub would do that.”

He was teasing her. Making her say the words out loud that she’d hesitated to say earlier.

“I want you to more than kiss me, Logan. If you want to. Only if you want to.”

She didn’t feel so sure anymore. She’d never propositioned someone before, and now it felt like she’d walked out onto a plank and was about to drop into shark-infested waters.

She looked away and stepped back, wrapping her arms around her middle. Why had she been so impulsive? She was always the one that thought everything through, almost to the point of obsession. And now this? She just threw herself at the hottest guy she’d ever met, who was just being nice to her.

Oh god. This was more than embarrassing.

She bit her lip, her cheeks heating.

“Actually, never mind. Forget I said anything.”

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