Page 23 of Baby For The Bad Boy Billionaire

Not so fast though.

The comedian clears his throat. "And what about those women who act all high and mighty, pretending they don't need anyone, but secretly youKNOWthey are craving a bad boy. One that will really fuck them up, good." He smirks. "You know the type, all work, no play. So uptight, they could use a wind-up key."

The room bursts in laughter again, this time it's Logan leading the chorus, his laughter rich and unrestrained, a sound that rings in my ears.

Rachel chuckles too, trying to tone it down, but I can see the glint of amusement in her eyes. Annoyed, I elbow her.

"Ow!"

That joke hits too close to home, and my face flushes a deep red. Maybe I do need to loosen up a little. But first, I need another drink. Or five.

"Rachel, I'm going to get another drink. You want one?"

She nods, still giggling.

As I squeeze through the crowd, I can feel Logan's eyes on me, and it only makes me more flustered. I finally make my way to the bar and start to order our drinks.

As I'm about to order, I sense him. Logan. Of course, he'd follow me. I roll my eyes, preparing myself for another round of his 'playful' banter.

"What are you having? I'm getting it." He steps in to order.

I'm quick to interject, "Excuseme, I was getting my own drink, thank you."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Where's the fun in that, Bailey?"

Is this all a game to him?

I raise my brow at him.

"You should let someone do something nice for you once in a while."

The bartender comes over looking at both of us. Logan looks back at me. "What are you two having?"

After a moment of stubborn silence, I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine...I'll have a gin and tonic; Rachel wants a margarita."

Logan grins. He turns his attention to the bartender. "A gin and tonic, a margarita, and two beers please." His gaze slips back to me, a playful lilt in his voice. "And a round of shots for everyone at the bar."

The bartender's eyebrows shoot up at the order, but he laughs and gets to work, nodding at Logan. Logan leans against the counter, turning his focus back to me. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

I just roll my eyes, but there's a small part of me that's... having fun?

Fun? No way.

We don't do that.

"I don't need you to play the knight in shining armor."

My walls kick back up in full force.

“Still trying to play Miss Independent? Can't you accept a damn drink?"

The bartender comes over at the same time with a tray full of drinks. I grab mine and Rachel's, looking Logan straight in the eyes. "I came here to enjoy the comedian, Logan, not to listen toyourjokes." Without another word, I turn and head back to our seats.

I hand Rachel her margarita, her eyes spark with a teasing glint. "Logan left with you." She says it as fact not question.

I sigh, rolling my eyes yet again. "Yeah, he insisted on buying the drinks." Even in the dim light, I can see Rachel's eyebrows shoot up.

I continue. "Not just our drinks, he bought shots for the entire bar."

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