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Like it was even a choice.

I’d follow this amazing woman anywhere. I’d do whatever she asked.

She’s got her hooks in me and there’s no going back now.

The doors close and she looks up at me with a smile so stunning, I forget how to breathe. “Next stop, the best night of your life.”

I have no doubt about that.

It already is.

CHAPTER FIVE

Logan

Ioffered to take her anywhere.

Pearl & Vinein Tribeca,The Tonic Clubin Midtown,Velvet Jack’sin the Upper East Side. She could have been dining with celebrities and eating caviar flown in from Madagascar, but this is what she chose.

A small greasy pizza shop in Hell’s Kitchen calledVito’s on 47th. There are no tables, only overturned milk crates scattered on the sidewalk to sit on—if you’re lucky enough to get one.

We’re stuck in a line that curls around the block, but at least it’s moving.

“I can’t believe you’ve never eaten here,” she says as she tucks a strand of silky brown hair behind her ear. I notice she does that every few minutes and it drives me crazy. I can’t wait for the day I get to reach over and do that for her whenever I please. “If I lived in New York, I’d hit up every famous pizza shop there is.”

“I normally order from the place down the street,” I say, hoping she doesn’t ask me any more questions about it.

“What’s it called?”

Dammit.

“Pizza Hut.”

She just shakes her head in disgust. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

The line moves and we shuffle forward. We’re behind a group of firefighters who look like they just battled through hell with all the grime, ash, and water coating their suits. Their pizza is on me.

“So, what do you have planned for me after this?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off this incredible girl. I feelalivewhenever I look at her. My whole body tingles with excitement and possibility as I roam my eyes over her sexy lips and adorable cheeks. I just want to sink my hands into her hair and pull her mouth to mine. When she asked me where I wanted to go on my birthday tour, I almost said my bedroom.

Instead, we’re here getting pizza, and I have no idea what we’re going to do next. She left her suitcase in the lobby of my building with the security guard, because she wanted ‘to be totally free to do anything we pleased’—her words.

“That’s the fun part,” she says with a grin. “There is no plan. We’re going to go wherever the wind takes us.”

Right now, there is no wind. It’s August in New York and it’s hot as fuck. Hell’s Kitchen is definitely living up to its name. I take off my jacket and roll up my sleeves. Amber’s eyes dart to my thick forearms, her breath hitching for a second or two.

Apparently, I’m not the only one with more than just pizza on my mind. I take my time rolling my sleeves up, giving her a show. When she finally turns away, her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink and my hunger is stronger than ever.

I want her.Badly.

I haven’t wanted something for my birthday in ages, but I want her.

She grins when I pull out my tie and stuff it in my pocket.

“There you go,” she says, nodding with a smile on her face. “That’s more like it. I knew you had it in you to loosen up a little.”

I don’t want to hold my suit jacket throughout our whole date, or whatever this is… I might need these hands free if what I’m fantasizing about comes true.

“If you think that’s impressive,” I say with a grin. “Watch this.”

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