My deepest apologies to our mahogany friend.
Kitty
He forgives you. This time.
Logan
Practicing?
Kitty
Yes.
Logan
Me, too.
I glance around my suite.Practicingwouldn’t be the word I’d use for Tesla hunched over a sewing machine while Goldie dicked around with synths and percussive beats on her laptop, but sure. Close enough.
Wanting to make things a little moreinterestingfor my little kitty, I find a GIF of a gorgeous woman sitting on a man’s face.
Copy. Paste.
Send.
Kitty
OMG LOGAN STOP
I chuckle. Not sure what I love more: making her come or watching her squirm.
“Whatcha doing, boss?” Tesla asks, holding up a piece of jade-green fabric she’s pulled from the sewing machine.
“Nothing,” I answer smoothly.
“Working on a song, right?” Goldie teases, not even looking up from her laptop. “Because you’resupposedto be working on a song right now.”
They exchange knowing glances, both of them well aware I haven’t done a damn thing.
“I’m feeling it out,” I say.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” Goldie quips.
“Tell Katrina we say hi,” Tesla adds, batting her lashes dramatically.
I ignore their giggles as a new notification chimes, my amusement curdling the second I read the text.
Unknown
Getting impatient, Logan.
Fucking Paul Monroe.
All the warmth drains from my veins, a rush of cold prickling over my skin.
Logan
I told you I’m working on it.