Page 50 of Billionaire Bachelor
“I readsomeof it before I met Ry for lunch yesterday.” Logan grins. “I was really getting frustrated with the married dude, though, so I had to take a break. It’ssoobvious he wants to fuck his best friend, but he keeps fighting it, and he’s hurting everyone by holding back. I don’t get it. He loves watching his buddy fuck his wife, they’re all in love with each other, and his wife’s totally okay with his bisexual awakening. Just get over your hangups and do it already, man!”
“Wow,” I muse. “It sounds like you reada lotmore than justsomeof it.” I laugh. “Who would’ve thought Logan Edwards would be into MMF romance?”
He shrugs. “It was hot. I don’t have to like dick to see that.”
“I suppose not,” I agree.
Logan puts slight pressure on my back, guiding me around a corner down an alley. “And on that note, we’re here.”
We stop in front of the samebrick buildingwhere my favorite coffee shop is located, but instead of a cozy café entrance, we’re at theback endof it, at the opposite corner.
No signage. No storefronts.
Just asingle iron door, matte black and imposing, the surfaceworn from years of use. It’s the kind of door that makes you hesitate, wondering if you’re about tostumble into something nefarious.
“This reallyisa sex dungeon, isn’t it?” I whisper-shout.
“I told you it was exclusive. This is how they keep it that way.” Logan smirks.
He presses a round button off to the side, barely noticeable in the shadows. A second later, atiny platform pops out of the door at waist level.
It’s a scanner.
Logan pulls up aQR codeon his phone, places it over the sensor, and waits. The red light turns green, and thescanner retracts. A moment later, I hear the distinctive sound ofa latch disengaging, right before thedoor swings open on its own, revealing the interior of an elevator.
“Holy secret lair, Batman,” I mumble. “What the hell am I about to walk into, Logan? Will you just freaking tell me?!”
“See for yourself,” he replies with a grin.
My jaw drops. “Oh, come on. You’re not going to even give me a hint?”
“Nope.” He gestures for me to step inside. “After you, Pip.”
I hesitate. “If you’re leading me to a murder chamber, I’m going to haunt you for the rest of your life.”
Logan chuckles under his breath, pressing softly on my lower back. “Trust me, Pip. If I wanted to off you, I’d hire someone to make it look like an accident.”
“Not funny.” I glare.
He counters with a grin. “Get your ass in the elevator, Rosie, before you draw attention to us.”
“Ugh, fine.” With a reluctant sigh, I move closer to Logan, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as we step inside the elevator. The doors glide shut behind us, sealing us into the dim, metal box. There are no floor selection buttons, just a soft chime before we begin our descent.
I shift on my feet, as the confined space seems to amplify the faint brush of his arm against mine.
Logan gives me a smug grin, his gaze lingering on me. “Am I making you nervous?”
“No,” I deny. “I’m just trying to figure out when you became so James Bond-y.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He winks, a playful glint in his eyes.
I roll my eyes. “You would.”
A second later, the elevatorglides to a stop, and the doors slide open with another chime.
I gasp when I see the stunning reception area before us.
The shift from the bustling thoroughfare up top to the quiet, sultry interior is almost jarring, like stepping through a portal into another dimension. My heels click against the polished dark wooden floor as I glance around, my eyes adjusting to the ambient glow dripping from an antique chandelier overhead. The walls are covered in black damask wallpaper, its intricate pattern threaded with gold, and barely visible in the low lighting. This room reminds me of some kind of Gothic boudoir, minus the bed. It’s elegant, mysterious, and so far from what I was expecting that I find myself momentarily speechless.
