Page 55 of Baby For The Bad Boy Billionaire

As I'm in the depths of self-pity, my phone rings.

It's Michael.

I sigh.

Right now, I need a distraction, and Michael is the right kind of distraction. A childhood friend of mine. Now a music producer. Michael knows exactly how to chill me out. He's my escape route when I need to unwind.

"Logan. My man. Whatcha up to?" Michael lives in a world of booming beats and euphoric highs, and his energy is contagious.

“Oh you know... over here drowning in self-doubt and frustration. The usual," I answer, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Sounds rough, man. You want to drop by the studio? We can jam a little. Create some magic?"

His offer is enticing.

"You know what? That sounds good, man. I'll be right there." I grab my coat and head out of the meeting room, leaving my stupid problems behind.

17

BAILEY

Ienter the dimly lit lounge with some jazz in the background—perfect for a heart-to-heart. I spot Rachel across the room in a royal blue booth, her eyes scanning the room for me.

"It's about time we had a girls' night out."

"Bailey, darling! I've been dying to try this place out!" She gestures to the room, soaking in the classy interior. "Isn't it fabulous?"

"Only you would get this excited about a bar, Rach."

"A bar? Bailey, this is a lounge. Don't get it twisted: we are classy bitches."

We both laugh.

It feels good to laugh.

Things have been so tense lately.

"Alright, Rach. What's new with you?"

Rachel leans forward and gives me a look. "You know, the usual... dates, drama, and, of course, the best sex of my life."

I choke on my drink, coughing and spluttering. "Rachel! You can't just drop that and expect me to react normally!"

She laughs, a full-bodied chuckle that makes people around us turn and look. "Just speaking the truth, boo. His name's Adrian and he's... spectacular in the bedroom."

"Spectacular, huh?" I raise a teasing eyebrow. "Alright, woman, spill the details. I need something to live vicariously through."

"Alright, this stays between us, Bailey. So, we were out for a walk, right? In the park, late at night and... well... let's just say we found a very secluded spot and..."

"Nooooo. You didn't?" I get hyped up with her. "You did. Obviously, you did."

She pauses for effect. "Before I know it, we're in the trees, off the path. His hands all over me. Bailey, it was hot, like really fucking hot."

As she details her scandalous adventure, I can't help but feel a flush creeping up my cheeks. The story gets my mind wandering, straying into dangerous territory. The image of Logan flashes through my mind, his teasing grin, his piercing eyes, the way his veins pop out of his forearms.

A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the heated encounter in the office, the way he held me against the wall, agressively, yet tenderly at the same time. The memory is so vivid, it sends a wave of desire coursing through me. My heart thumps in my chest at the thought of him, of his touch, of his lips on mine, of what it would feel like to be close to him again.

Rachel switches gears. "But enough about me. What's going on in the world of Bailey and Logan?"

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