Page 46 of 14 Night Tryst

Logan doesn’t say a word while I look at the tattoo on his neck again. I’m feeling so overwhelmed that I can’t even bring myself to believe that it’s real. There’s a part of me etched onto his skinforever. Whenever he looks in the mirror, he will see my lips and remember us and every time I kissed that very spot including last night when we said goodbye.

“How do you expect me not to kiss you right now?” Logan smiles albeit sadly and his eyes lower to my lips.

“In the same way I’m fighting off every urge in my body to not close this tiny gap and kiss you.” Logan admits, combing his fingers through my hair.

I close my eyes and heave a sigh when my stomach flips and the butterflies in my belly go wild at the gesture. “What if I close the gap?” I say opening my eyes and finding him watching me closely. “And press my lips lightly to yours,” I inch closer. “Would you pull away?” I whisper and feel Logan sigh, the warmth of his breath tickles my nostrils. Our lips are so close that I can practically taste him. His heart pounds under my hand when I rest them on his muscular chest.

“Savi,” Logan whispers back when my lips lightly brush his. “I can’t,” I go still, neither of us inch any closer nor pull away for a moment until my phone starts ringing from my back pocket interrupting the moment and forcing us apart.

I take my phone out and without having to look at who it is I know it’s Hannah, so I answer it as I slowly back away from Logan toward the door.

“Bitty, you call?”

“Hey Han, yes, I did call. I’m running behind here and I’m not going to make it back home to get ready and come back in time. Can you or Vee drop off my outfit?”

“I would boo, but I’ve got a flat tire. I’m currently on the highway waiting for Triple A to come and rescue my ass. I’ve been waiting here for forty minutes already.”

I wince and pinch the bridge of my nose, “Oh shoot, really?” Logan frowns while watching me intently as I turn my back to him and walk over to the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out. Text me and let me know you get home okay.”

“I will do.”

I hang up the phone and open the door to walk out, but gasp when Logan’s hand suddenly appears above my head, and he pushes it shut again. Turning my head, I look up at him questioningly. “What was that about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Hannah has a flat tire. She’s waiting for triple A.” I tell him and go to open the door again, but he pushes it shut once more.

Turning my gaze to him, I scowl, and Logan shakes his head at me. “Not that, the thing before about you not making it back home in time to get ready.”

“Oh, that,” I sigh and shrug, “I’ve got too much to do still, so I was hoping Hannah could drop my stuff off so I could get ready here instead of wasting time going back and forth.” I explain and Logan’s scowl deepens.

“Where’s Suzan? Isn’t she supposed to be here supervising to ensure things run on time?” I chew on my lip and avert my gaze from his stormy ones but Logan takes hold of my chin and forces my gaze to his. “Where is she, Savannah?” he presses sternly.

“She… left a couple of hours ago. I think she’s with your ex-wife actually, getting her hair, nails and make-up done for tonight.” Hey, I’m no snitch, but that cunning cow has been pissing me off a lot lately. The look of ire on Logan’s face even makes me shrink back.Oh fuck. “But don’t worry everything is under control. There won’t be any issues, I’ll make sure everything gets done.” I quickly clarify hoping it would ease some of his annoyance, but it seems to do the opposite because his face starts to redden furiously.

Oh Savi, what have you done.

“Savannah, I’m not paying her to dump her responsibilities onto you so she can piss about at hair appointments when she should be here overseeing that things get done properly.”

“Logan this isn’t the first time Suzan has done this, I’m used to it and things will get done properly. I promise you; you don’t have to worry about a thing.” I interject and Logan stops pacing and looks at me.

“Savi, I have every confidence in your abilities to do your job. And I know you will pull this thing together without a problem, but what pisses me off is you’re here stressing and doing all the groundwork while she’s off at some salon getting her hair and nails done and will reap all the benefits like she’s deserved it. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Sounds about right.

“Logan, it’s fine—”

“No Savi, it’s absolutely not fine. It’s unfair to dump everything on you and no way to run a business. And she’s got the fucking cheek to charge me the premium price when all she’s done is prance around the joint? The goddamn nerve of the woman is maddening.” Logan chuckles angrily and shakes his head.

I press my lips together to smother the shit eating grin I can feel tugging at the corners of my mouth. He’s so hot when he’s angry and it’s even sexier that he’s mad because of an injustice that’s been done to me. “What? Why are you smiling?”

“I’m sorry, you’re right it’s not a laughing matter.” I say with a snigger, and he stares back at me crossly as he walks over, presses his hand against the door and bows his head until we’re at eye level.

“How are you finding this funny, Savannah? That wench is treating you like her fucking lackey, expecting you to run the business on an intern’s wage while she’s out enjoying her life and getting paid the big bucks for it.” Logan fumes.

“Of course it’s not funny, and that’s not why I’m laughing. I’ve been so frustrated with this for so long, that it’s nice to have someone see it too. Also…” I drop my gaze to my feet and bite my lip when he stares back at me intently. “You’re stupid hot when you’re angry.”

Logan’s eyes soften almost instantly, and he tucks his finger under my chin and lifts my head so I can meet his eyes again. “Go back to work, Wildfire,” he orders gruffly, his fiery gaze piercing endlessly into mine. “I’ll bepersonallypicking up this matter with your boss after the event, you can be sure of that.”

“Yes sir.”

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