Page 32 of Keeping Kasey
The implication is insulting, as if one kiss from him could turn me into a starry-eyed fangirl.
“Good, because you’re not getting one.”
He parks the car in front of the manor. “Then we agree that no one needs to know.”
“It never happened.”
“That’s not what I said.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“It happened, and it’s happening again,” he clarifies, “but no one needs to know.”
I briefly consider challenging his assumption that I’m so eager to kiss him again, but since I’m not actually opposed, I take a different approach.
“Worried you’ll ruin your big bad reputation if people find out you actually like me?”
“I don’t like you. I want tosleep withyou. There’s a difference.”
“And my desire for either inclination vanishes every time you open your mouth.”
“Nowthatwe can agree on,” he says, with what has to be the first genuine smile I’ve seen.
Logan isn’t a gentleman promising to sweep me off my feet—but I can’t bring myself to care. The idea of a traditional relationship holds no interest to me, and it’s good that we have the same expectations.
Logan is an entitled jerk with too much power, and I’m emotionally unattached with no intention of sticking around.
We’re the perfect match for a three-month fling.
No feelings.
No commitments.
No problems.
We have a problem.
I shouldn’t be surprised since I know how insufferable Logan is, but I thought it’d take longer than twelve hours before I was ready to murder him again.
Last night passed in a blur of merciful solitude. Aside from establishing the general premise of a fling, we didn’t take it any further. I was done being around people and needed to be alone.
I spent the entire night in my room, even when that meant telling Elise to go away when she pestered me about joining everyone for dinner.
Rude? Maybe, but not nearly as rude as I would’ve been if I’d been forced to interact with people again.
It’s not my fault Elise is hellbent on befriending me. Whatever I did to give her the impression that I was interested in a friendship was an accident—and one I wish I could reverse.
I’m not here to make friends, and when I finish this job, I’ll walk away and never look back.
That is, if I can survive that long without stabbing my own eyes out.
Which brings me to this morning.
I walk inside after tossing the ball with Kane in the yard, and nearly jump out of my skin when I come face-to-face with Logan in the kitchen.
When I first came downstairs, everyone was still getting ready in their rooms, so I didn’t expect him to be leaning against the counter with a half-eaten granola bar in his hand.
And I certainly didn’t expect him to be shirtless.
