Page 47 of 14 Night Tryst

Logan rolls his eyes playfully and I don’t miss the ghost of a smile on his face as he pushes away from the door to let me out. I walk out of his bedroom, closing the door behind me I lean against it for a moment while my heart subdues.

My lips are literally imprinted into his skin. I must be crazy to find that so endearing, right?

Fuck.

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Six o’clock comes quickerthan a bat of an eye, and I, by some miracle managed to get things done in time. However, as I predicted, I won’t have enough time to go home, shower and get myself ready and come back before the guests start to arrive. And the waiting staff still need to be briefed. Had I known that it would take me this long, I would have brought my things with me.

“I want you to circulate the room while the guests are having their champagne reception.” I instruct the violinist. She smiles and nods in understanding.

“Miss West?” I turn when I feel a light tap on my shoulder and see it’s Logan’s assistant Emily. What is she doing here?

“Emily?”

“I’ve been instructed by Mr. Peirce to bring you upstairs. Will you follow me, please?”

“Uh, Emily, I still have a couple of things I need to take care of. Can this wait like twenty minutes?” Emily shakes her head apologetically and gestures for me to follow her. Sighing, I figure arguing with her will be futile, so I opt for keeping my mouth shut and follow her up the winding stairs to the second floor. The entire way up my hands tremble wondering if I’ve done something wrong to piss him off, because why else would he drag me up to his room again.

Emily walks straight past Logan’s bedroom and I frown as we stop at another room two doors from his. I watch warily as Emily opens the door and walks in. I follow her in and stop dead in my tracks with I see a man, not much older than Logan I would imagine, and the young woman dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse standing in the middle of the room smiling. My gaze sweeps the room in search of Logan, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Instead, there’s a rack to the left of the room with various styles of dresses hung up neatly.

“What is this?” I ask Emily bemusedly, who takes hold of my shoulders and walks me further into the room toward the man standing by an antique looking dresser with an oval mirror.

“We are your fairy godmothers here to get you ready for the ball.” The man teases with a snigger and holds up his hair curlers. I arch a brow back at Emily completely baffled for the second time today and she nods in response.

“Mr. Peirce has arranged Will and Lola to assist you in getting ready for the event this evening.” My jaw goes slack, and my gaze jumps between the two and shake my head.

Assist me in getting ready? Is he being serious? He’s brought in a glam squad just forme. “Oh wow, thank you so much, but this really isn’t necessary.”

“It most certainly is,” I spin to face the man himself when I hear his voice behind me. I shake my head at him, and he smirks and gestures to the room with his head for everyone to leave and one by one they clear the room leaving us alone.

“Logan,” I sigh rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Thank you for arranging this, it’s a wonderful gesture, but I don’t have time to get all glammed up. I still have some things I need to take of—” Logan strolls over to me and takes me by the shoulders which silences me immediately.

“You’ve done enough.” He asserts firmly and reaches up to pull out the pencil I have holding my hair up in a messy bun and watches in awe as it unravels and falls across my back and around my face. “You’ve been running around tirelessly all day, Savi. You’re running on fumes, and I know you’ve not stopped to eat either.” He expresses, slowly walking me back toward the dressing table until my ass hits the desk.

“So, you’re going to get that cute butt of yours into a shower…” He murmurs reaching for something behind me. “You’re going to eat every single one of these strawberries that I had Emily pick up from your favorite organic fruit market…” he adds holding one to my lips and watching avidly as I bite into it and moan when the juice leaks down my chin. Logan’s eyes follow the trail, and he tilts my head up and runs his tongue over my chin, licking it up and stops to suck it off gently after eliciting a breathy moan from me. My head goes faint when I feel his velvet tongue on my flesh followed by that gravelly moan. “And you’re going to drink champagne, relax and let those guys take care of you. Understand?” I nod mutely and swallow the remains of the strawberry he fed me. “Good girl. Whatever else there is outstanding, you tell Emily, and she will see to it that it gets done.” As Logan pulls away, I grip the dresser tightly to keep myself upright when my legs suddenly turn to jelly.

I’m so very confused.

Wasn’t this the same man that told me last night, in this very house, that we can’t see each other anymore? And now he’s tattooing my lips onto his neck and licking fruit off my chin. Is he trying to drive me fucking insane?

Logan exits the room and sends Lola, Will and Emily back in. As instructed, one by one I relay everything that I have yet to do, and she takes notes and leaves the room to get it done.

“Okay, sweet cheeks! Let’s get you showered and ready to be the belle of the ball.” Lola gushes taking me by the hand and thrusting me in the direction of the en-suite bathroom. If one thing goes wrong tonight, and Suzan finds out I was up here getting my glam on instead of working she will make sure to fire my ass in front of everyone.

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Just over an hour later,I’m convinced Will and Lola are wizards. It takes me forty minutes to just dry my hair after a shower, but these two sorcerers have my hair curled and my make-up done in sixty minutes flat. “What do you think?” Lola asks looking at me through the mirror and ruffling up the curls to give it more volume. Will has done a spectacular job on my make-up. He’s given me the subtle smoky-eyed look that I’ve tried myself and failed miserably for the longest time. My lips are a ruby red to match the dress I’ve picked out.

Of course, it’s going to be red because I know how much Logan loves the look of me in red, and if he wants to confuse me by giving me mixed signals then I will just do the same. After all, it takes two to play dirty.

Looking at the time I see it’s almost time for the guests to arrive, so I hurriedly get dressed in the deep burgundy, velvet, off the shoulder, mermaid style hem gown with a high slit at the front that ends midway up my upper thigh. I’ll need to be careful not to step on the train as I’m moving around or I’ll face-plant the floor. God, that would be horrendous. But I commend the person who picked the dress because it is stunning, and it hugs my curves just perfectly.

“Thank you so much.” I hug Will and Lola before I hurry as quick as I can downstairs to do the last-minute checks and brief the waiting team. As I float down the stairs as demurely as I can—I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again— I feel just like Julia Roberts from the moviePretty Woman. The song, ‘At Last’ by Etta James plays making this moment a complete and utter cliché. Only there’s no gallant hero at the bottom of the stairs watching me with a look of awe or with love hearts shooting out of his eyes.

This isn’t a fairytale nor a movie and I’m not the female protagonist that gets to ride off into the sunset with the charming hero of the story. I’m no belle and this isn’t my ball.

I do a quick sweep of the room and smile when the waiting staff do a double take when they see me. Emily looks up from the clipboard cradled in her arms and smiles as I approach her. “Wow, you look stunning, Miss West.”

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