Page 25 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Hey!” Already one foot in the hall, Tesla gasps happily. “There’s my turkey burger!”

“Uh…” the room service guy mutters as the door clicks shut.

And then… Silence.

Just me.

Logan Shock.

And a corset.

“Hello,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, rooted in place, struggling to breathe. “I, uh…”

What am I doing here?

Wait—whatamI doing here?

Spotting the robe on the floor, I lurch toward it. “I brought your robe back!”

I try to scoop it up, but the corset is too tight. If I bend too far, I might topple right out of it.

Logan chuckles at my hesitation. “Allow me,” he says, setting his glass down and closing the space between us.

“Thank you,” I murmur, expecting him to grab the robe.

But he moves behind me.

Before I fully register what’s happening, his fingers brush the laces at my back, and he unravels them.

“Oh, you… I…” Panic pinches my throat. “You don’t have to?—”

But then—air.

The tension eases, and my ribs expand. A full, unrestrained breath spills out of me, and I nearly melt from the relief.

“Thank you,”I say again.

“You’re welcome.” A soft chuckle. “Never worn a corset before?”

“Oh,no.”I laugh, shaking my head. “No, I’m far more comfortable in something?—”

The corset goes slack, sliding down my torso. My hands fly to catch it, pressing it against my skin before it falls too far.

“Looser,” I finish with a squeak.

Logan hums, still behind me, still close enough that I can feel the heat of him at my back.

A moment later, my blue bridesmaid dress drifts into view, dangling effortlessly from his fingers.

“Oh!” I snatch it from him, careful not to let go of the corset. “Thanks.”

He shifts away. I glance over my shoulder to confirm, watching as he turns his back to me, facing the wall.

My skin on fire, I move fast, letting the corset drop onto the bed and pulling my dress on over my head.

Once I’m properly covered, I grab the robe. But before I can hand it over, it hits me—what just happened.

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