“You’re still here,” Xander said.
Harper looked up from scrawling through her phone.
“You wanted to talk to me,” she said.
Her face was so open and trusting.
Xander took a deep breath. “Do you want to go to a show with me on Friday? It’s Rite of Spring.”
A slight flush coloured her face.
“It’s all right, you’re with Logan,” Xander said.
“No, Xander. I would love to go with you,” Harper said. “Thanks.”
The big grin on his face made him feel like a dope, but he didn’t care. “Great. Wear your hair up?”
“Sure,” Harper said, coming around her desk.
“I like seeing your neck.”
Damn, what a creepy bastard you sound like.
Harper laughed. “Okay,” she said. “Good luck with the meeting.”
He walked down the hall, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
“Mr. Montague, what is going on?” Meg Carlson asked.
“Let’s go into the conference room on the first floor,” Xander said. “I have a new challenge for you.”
CHAPTER EIGHT - LOGAN
Stridingupanddownthe sodden pavement outside the restaurant, Logan checked his phone again. He wished Harper had agreed to let him pick her up from Axis Management or her home, but she’d insisted on meeting him at the restaurant.
But it wasn’t okay in his book. He wanted to push her boundaries; he knew it was a delicate line to walk. He didn’t want to beat her into submission or force her trust. Instead, he wanted to cup his hands full of sugar and have her willingly eat out of them, after giving her what she needed to feel comfortable.
It took time, Logan understood, to establish that kind of trust and even though the last scene they’d had at Club Bandit broke some ground, the walls Harper put up around herself were thick, he had to be patient.
Catching sight of her walking around the corner, Logan let out a low whistle. Her hair flew behind her back. She walked with the confidence of a runway model, the navy blue trench coat hugging her curves just so, and the smile she gave him in return pulled at his heartstrings. He took a glance around to see if he could spot a bodyguard and saw the shaved head of one of their new recruits duck into a shop doorway.
“Good evening, beautiful.” He took her hand in his and kissed her cheek. “Shall we?”
He opened the door of the surf and turf restaurant, one of his favourite downtown spots. In an old building, with exposed wood and high ceilings.
“Have you been here before?” Logan asked while waiting at the hostess desk.
“Once for lunch when Axis Management first opened,” Harper said. “They all know Xander by name and gave us the rooftop patio to ourselves.”
Her face flushed slightly, and she pressed two long slender fingers to her lips. “Sorry, it slipped out.”
Logan put an arm around her and drew her close to his side.
“Don’t sweat it, Kitten. I asked, and you answered. It’s hard not to talk about our shared boss. When we’re outside of a scene, I’ll let it go.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Harper murmured as the hostess flashed a smile at them.
They followed her to their booth in the corner and after taking their drink order and giving them menus; the hostess left them.
