Page 9 of Billionaire Bachelor
I glare, but let it drop, because we both know I hoovered those muffin tops down in less than five minutes. There was nothing delicate or ladylike about it, but I have no regrets. They were freaking delicious.
I set a four-pack of doughnuts in the cart. “Besides, there’s no such thing as too many baked goods. You’re just jealous I’m not aweirdo who doesn’t appreciate them. You know that’s not natural, right?”
“I likesomebaked goods,” he argues. “I’ve just never had much of a sweet tooth.”
“You likeone.” I hold up my index finger. “And if you ask me, cheesecake barely counts, unless it’s the triple chocolate from Sweet Temptations.”
Logan smirks. “Agree to disagree, Pip.”
I smile in victory. “Agree to disagree” is Logan speak for “I know you’re right, but I don’t want to admit it.”
We continue our shopping adventure, and when we get to the spice aisle, Logan reaches over to grab some cumin, sending a jolt through my veins when his arm accidentally brushes against my chest. I catch my breath, hoping he doesn’t notice the effect he has on me.
Play it cool, chica.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking chocolate,” I tease, nodding toward the Cadbury bar he’s tucked halfway beneath the bread.
“I’m using that to make hot chocolate. If you ask nicely, I might even be willing to share.”
“Or I can just get my own,” I say, laughter bubbling up between us.
God, I feel so much lighter than I did when I got off the plane this morning, and I know the man beside me is partially responsible for that. Maybe I was supposed to run into Logan this weekend. Maybe the powers that be knew spending time with him would help bring this sudden epiphany of mine to the surface.
As we approach the checkout, the narrow lane nudges us to stand even closer. Logan’s cologne—a combination of cedar and cinnamon—makes me want to bury my nose in his neck, maybe even nibble his ear near that tiny silver hoop he wears. I never knew a grocery store could be so damn erotic, but this one sure is.
Time for a distraction, Rosa.
“So, after we get back to the cabin, what’s next? Are we doing it like Anna and building a snowman or maybe a snowball fight? I promised myself some snowy fun while I’m here, which means you are obligated to join in on said fun, since you’re here, too.”
Logan’s smile turns mischievous. “A snowball fight could be fun. Fair warning, though, I’ve got a pretty good arm.”
“We’ll see about that,” I counter, bumping him playfully as we load the groceries onto the conveyor belt.
Logan insists on paying for the groceries, despite my protests. “Make me breakfast in the morning, and we’ll call it even. I have a feeling we’ll both be famished by then.”
The words are innocent enough, but his tone is loaded with suggestion. My cheeks heat, and I can’t help wondering if that was intentional. The cashier’s knowing smile only adds to my embarrassment.
“Have a happy Valentine’s Day, you two,” she says as we wrap up.
Logan flashes her a grin while I duck my head, busying myself by zipping my coat. Damn him and his effortless charm.
We gather up the bags, arms full as we head out into the cold. After the last bag is stowed in the SUV, I take a moment to check my phone—habitual, really—wondering if the patchy mountain service has graced me with a bar or two. Surprisingly, I have full reception again, so I quickly type out a message to my cousin, my fingers numb from the cold.
Me: So…the cabin was unexpectedly occupied when I arrived. By LOGAN. And he’s being EXTRA flirty which is making me feel a certain kind of way. I don’t know how to stop myself from wanting to climb him like a tree.
I hit send before I can second-guess sharing that bit of juicy news.
Sylvie’s response is almost instantaneous.
Sylvie: Why would you want to stop it? The big guy upstairs has handed you a golden ticket, Rosa. Jump his bones! Hard, fast, and REPEATEDLY. I expect a detailed report afterward, including measurements.
Sylvie: *Austin Powers “Yeah, baby!” GIF*
Sylvie: *Magic Mike floor humping GIF*
Heat rushes to my cheeks at Sylvie’s not-so-subtle suggestion, and I can’t help but chuckle softly to myself. The thrill of it lingers, whirling in my chest, when I sense Logan close behind me.
Glancing up, I catch him leaning over my shoulder. His eyebrow arches, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips, but there's a question in his eyes, a curiosity that suggests he might have seen more than I’d hoped.
