Page 44 of Logan
“I didn’t mean to imply anything.”
“Why do you think I want your money?” she asks, her eyes boring into mine.
“Because everyone does.”
“That’s what you think?”
I choose not to answer. No matter what I say, I’m just digging myself into a deeper hole.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she presses, not letting it go.
“No,” I grit out, my jaw clenching.
She turns and heads toward her room, but I catch her arm to stop her. Her eyes widen and I immediately release her, not wanting to overstep again. I don’t know what to do. I was supposed to explain, apologize, and instead, I’ve made things worse.
She starts forward again, and I panic. “Wait. What about the Wolfson dinner tomorrow?” I need to know. If she’s not planning on coming, I only have a day to find someone else I can take.
She pauses and appears to be considering. Then a mischievous glint enters her eye. “Lean against the doorframe for a sec.”
I frown. “I don’t understand. How is that related to the dinner?”
She remains silent, waiting.
“Okay, fine.” I walk over to the doorframe and lean back against it, my hands on my hips. “Like this?”
“No, put your hands up above your head,” she instructs.
I reach up and grip the top of the doorframe with my fingertips. “Like this?”
“Lean forward a bit.”
I do as she says, feeling ridiculous.
“Damn. Now I get that scene,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes roaming over me in a way that makes my skin prickle with heat.
“What?” I ask, completely lost.
“Nothing. I just wanted to understand something. I’ll come with you tomorrow because I promised, and I always keep my promises.” She spins on her heel, marches into her room, and slams the door behind her, leaving me standing there in bewilderment.
Chapter Fourteen
SLOANE
Damn, that was hot.
Fuck, now I understand why everyone gets so excited about the doorframe scene.
The way his arm muscles stretched and flexed... In my book, it didn’t sound that sexy to me, but in reality... I wanted to go over there and lick those arms. I’m so going to use my new vibrator while holding onto that mental image of him.
I can’t believe he agreed to do that just so I’d come with him tomorrow. This meeting must be really important to him.
I let myself fall back onto the bed with a sigh.
You’ve reached a new low, Sloane. Fantasizing about your boss, a hard, scowling man who wants nothing to do with you and even told you as much.
You up?
Emery
