Page 14 of 14 Night Tryst

“I have arrangeda driver and an interpreter to accompany you while you’re out for your meetings with the vendors.” My brows fuse when I look at Logan over the rim of the glass teacup.

I swallow the mouthful of delicious Turkish tea and lick my lips, “Thank you, but that’s really not necessary. I’m sure I can find my way around. Istanbul is a much-frequented city after all, there are sign posts everywhere, Logan.” I say setting my cup back in the saucer and picking up my knife and fork to cut into my feta cheese and spinach pastry.

Logan and I landed in Istanbul just after midnight California time, but Istanbul is eleven hours ahead of California, so it’s currently midday the following day.

Yeah, the time difference and jetlag is truly boggling my tired brain. We were starving after skipping out on both breakfast and our dinner being a little too pre-occupied with one another, so we’ve stopped to have some breakfast at a quaint family-owned restaurant by the Bosphorus.

The weather is gorgeous. Warm and bright, so we chose a table outside by the water. I’ve been in the city less than an hour and I’m already in love. Logan pulls his shades down to the bridge of his nose and pins me with a stoic look. “It absolutely is necessary, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you to run around in a foreign country on your own, Savi.” He states, pushing his shades back and picking up his own glass of tea and taking a sip. “Istanbul is a beautiful city, but it can also be dangerous for a young woman wandering around on her own, especially if you don’t speak the language.” He adds, resting his arm on the wooden balustrade between us and the water.

I can tell by the enduring look on his handsome face that he’s not going to take no for an answer, so I don’t push it and opt for nodding instead. Not that I need a chaperone, I’m perfectly capable of getting around myself, but I see his point and I have heard stories about some parts of the city not being safe. “Okay, thank you.” I agree and when his facial expression relaxes, I lower my gaze to the array of food items spread out before us. Turkish tea, cheese, eggs, green and black olives, fresh vegetables, and fruit like tomatoes, cucumbers, or peppers to name just a few. To the left we have a variety of breads and bagels and delicious pastries filled with feta cheese and spinach or spicy potatoes.

I would have been happy with just a cheese omelet, but Turkish folk sure know how to put on a spread in the morning. I break off a piece of freshly baked bread and smear a generous amount of clotted cream with honey and take a bite. The burst of flavor on my tongue has me moaning out loud. “Oh my God.” Closing my eyes, I savor the heavenly taste as I chew. “Logan, you have to try this.” I hold the bread out to him, and he smiles, leaning forward and takes the piece into his mouth and chews, his face mirroring mine.

“Oh wow,” he says after he swallows and wipes his mouth with the paper napkin. “That is good.”

“I think I’m really going to like Istanbul,” I voice, looking out at the water where a ship is cruising by. “Though, if they feed you like this for breakfast, lunch and dinner, be warned I may be twice the size when we leave.” I tease, taking a sip of my tea and sigh when Logan laughs, popping a green olive into his mouth.

“I have no doubt you’ll love it. I’ve never left disappointed with any of my previous visits here, if anything I’m always looking forward to returning.” Logan informed me, reaching over to take my hand that is resting on the balustrade. The feel of his thumb affectionately caressing my knuckles sends a nice warm tingle up my arm.

“How many times have you been?” I inquire curiously. I nibble on my lip contemplatively. Has he ever come here with another woman? Or his ex-wife, perhaps?

“Twice, this is my third.” Logan answers, observing me closely. Hard to believe I only met him nine days ago, yet it feels like I’ve known him for years. Like he’s always been a part of my life, but we’re still essentially strangers. We know very little about one another and as eager as I am to get to know him, I’m also terrified.

There’s no denying that I’m starting to see Logan as more than just a casual fling. I’m also a sucker for love and hopeless with keeping things casual, I always have been. I fall too soon, I trust too fast, and forgive too easily and that’s why I’ve always gotten hurt in the past.

I guess I’m just a-heart-on-sleeve type of girl and my weakness is that I put all my energy into the wrong people and care too much. It can be both a blessing and a curse to feel so deeply—especially in this scenario.

Nevertheless, I made a promise to myself just before I fell asleep in Logan’s arms that I will not spend the time I have with him in this gorgeous city brooding over where things will go between us. It’s honestly exhausting being the girl who gives her all to get nothing back in return.

I refuse to be reckless with my heart this time. I will not allow myself to fall for him.I can’t.

After our breakfast we head to the Four Seasons to check in and get cleaned up. I have a final detail meeting with the venue to run through everything to make sure everything is as discussed. The last thing I need is to run into any surprises and Logan has a meeting with a board member who is also an old friend of his.

I don’t fully understand what it is he does if I’m being honest. I overheard one of his conversations earlier in the car and there’s a lot of talk of contracts, and contractors and budgets and even that was enough to hurt my head. Though, I am finding his business persona rather attractive. There’s something about the authority laced in his voice when he talks business that sends my lady parts into a frenzy.

Logan initially had his assistant book us a suite each, however when we check in to the lavish five-star hotel, Logan instructs the bellboy to take my suitcase to his suite and that we no longer require the second one.

I almost let out an elated squeal, but manage to catch myself before I embarrass myself. If this magnificent force of a man wants me in his bed every night, then in his bed I will be.

I may not be sure of where we stand after this trip, but I have every intention of making the most of these four days I have with him.

Logan presses the keycard to the door and with a beep it unlocks. And of course, being the gentleman that he is, he opens the door and gestures for me to walk in first. I peer up at him through my lashes as I brush past him into the suite. My eyes bulge as they sweep across the living area of the suite.

Holy mother of…

A combination of contemporary and Ottoman Turkish design, gorgeous hues of deep blue with copper and maroon accents, with luxurious cream fabrics and mahogany furniture. Beautiful white French doors separate the living area from the bedroom. I move over to the bedroom where there’s a cozy reading nook in the windowsill like the one in my bedroom back home, minus the breathtaking view of the Bosphorus strait, of course.

“Wow.,” I exhale, taking in the scenic view before me. Every minute that passes my admiration and love for this city grows.

“I’m going to take that breathy little sigh as a sign that you like it?” Logan murmurs into my ear when he shuffles up behind me. Smiling, I allow myself to sink back against his chest and nod.

“I’ve not seen a single thing since I landed that I don’t like.” My eyes close when his lips lightly skim along my jaw. “Especially that.” I say gesturing to the nook before us.

“That, Wildfire,” Logan whispers, lifting his left hand to curl his fingers around my throat. “Is where I’m going to bend you over later and fuck you till your screams of pleasure are imbedded into these very walls.” A surge of heat starts to course its way up my neck at his promise whispered in that deep sexy drawl. When I spin to face him, he smiles roguishly back at me. “First, you’re going to get some rest, we have a couple of hours before our meetings, and I want you well rested.” He asserts, drawing me closer until I’m pressed up against him when I snake my arms around his neck.

“How do you expect me to fall asleep when you’ve gone and riled me up by planting such lecherous imagery in my head, Mr. Peirce?” I breathe, lowering my gaze to his juicy lips which he licks enticingly.

I lean in to kiss him, but he draws back and smirks.

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