Page 1 of Logan
Chapter One
SLOANE
He strides toward me, bridging the gap until his presence engulfs my frame, his warm breath caressing my face, his hardness pressing against my stomach. A rush of air escapes my lungs, releasing a breath I’d been holding.
A low, guttural moan escapes him, reverberating through the air and sending a jolt of electricity straight between my legs.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “I need you. I need to be inside you now. Be a good girl and?—”
I gasp, startled by someone yanking the earbud from my ear. “Emery, you scared me.” I place a hand over my racing heart.
“What are you listening to?” She slides the earpiece she stole into her ear and listens. “Porn again?” She leans over and presses the elevatorbutton.
“It’s not porn, it’s a ro?—”
“Romance. Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “He has a gigantic cock unlike any she’s ever seen before, right? And she’s probably a virgin, so tight that he can’t get it in, but a day later, she’s already doing anal?”
Handing the earpiece back to me, she adds, “This is why you don’t have a boyfriend, you know. You expect the men you meet to be like the ones from your books. The ones who look good, fuck like a Greek god and will protect you in any situation. But in reality, men are…well, not like that.”
“I’m aware,” I reply as we step into the elevator and ascend to the office.
“You think you are, but you’re not. You need to learn to compromise. In reality, men fart, snore, leave dishes in the sink, and only help you climax about forty percent of the time.”
“Forty percent?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Are your stats any better?”
I remain silent because, no, they’re not. In fact, the last time someone other than me gave me an orgasm was a distant memory.
A really distant memory.
I glance at the man in the elevator who’s watching us, and he averts his gaze. “I had a boyfriend, you know, and look what happened because I compromised.”
Her smile fades, and she reaches for my hand. “It’s not because you compromised, Sloane. It’s because he was an asshole. But there are other fish in the sea. Imperfect fish.”
The elevator doors slide open, and as we step into the bustling offices, Liam Valeur, the VP, crosses our path.
“Good morning,” he greets us. “Meeting in the mainconference room in ten minutes.” With a nod, he continues on his way.
We exchange nods and stand in silence until he disappears. Then Emery says, “Well, except for Liam. Liam is perfect. You could write a book about his cheekbones and blue eyes alone. And I’m sure his orgasm success rate is higher,” she adds, flicking her blonde locks over her shoulder.
“So, you’re admitting there are men like that,” I retort, pointing out the hole in her logic. “They exist.”
“Well, maybe just one. But how many men like Liam do you know? And the chance of someone like me ending up with someone like him is probably equivalent to me getting struck by lightning when I go out for lunch today.”
“It’s sunny outside.”
“Exactly,” Emery says, pursing her lips with satisfaction that I’ve understood her analogy.
We rush to the kitchenette to brew some coffee before the meeting kicks off, then join the throng of colleagues in the conference room, waiting for it to begin. We find a spot at the back and slide in just before the meeting starts.
In the year since I joined this company, there’s only been one occasion when we were all summoned here on short notice. That was when the previous vice president abruptly resigned due to an incident—so I heard—where the president, Logan Valeur, reduced him to tears in front of the entire staff.
After the VP’s departure, Logan’s brother Liam stepped into the role, and since then, everything has been running smoothly.
“Do you think Liam is leaving?” Emery whispers.
“No way,” I whisper back, shaking my head. “This is his company. Why would he leave his own company?”
