“So, what do you think about coming to my class on Friday? It’s for beginners, so you would fit right in.”
At her startled expression, Logan wondered what he had said to throw her off. For a confident woman, she had a lot of minefields, and God, did he seem to hit them all. Got to hit them to go through them.
“I can’t this Friday,” Harper said.
“What are you doing on Friday? Has anyone told you that you work too much?” Logan said, keeping his voice light.
“Yes, Quinn tells me that all the time,” Harper said. “Have you heard from him lately?”
“Answer the question,” Logan said, trailing a finger along her arm, noticing how she shivered slightly at his touch. “I think I mentioned how you not answering my questions tries my patience. You could consider that under the umbrella of the respect I mentioned.”
She fingered the petal of the carnation in the vase. Finally, she met his eyes.
“So, Xander had tickets to the orchestra, and he asked me to go with him. It’s not anything serious. I love Stravinsky, and he knows that,” Harper said.
“The man asked you on a date,” Logan said. It was irrational for him to be jealous, so he tamped that down quickly. He took a breath, covering her hand with his. “Have a good time.”
“You’re not mad?”
As an icy grip clutched his chest, Logan shook his head. “Exclusivity is something we didn’t talk about,” Logan said.
He felt suddenly uncomfortable. He had made it clear to her over the years he tried to get her to go on a date with him how he felt, he was serious about her.
But he wasn’t a long-term commitment type and a spike of jealousy ran through his veins at the realization that Xanderwasa 24/7 type Dom, at least that’s the impression Logan had of him. He smiled at Harper, while his emotions played ping-pong inside his head. Maybe if she went on this date with Xander, she would get him out of her system.
Or maybe she’ll decide she doesn’t want me, and the billionaire has more to offer, but life was all about playing the odds and he liked his.
“That’s true. You’re still doing demos at Club Bandit?”
“Yes, I have one on Saturday night. I’m going to tie two girls together and attach them to a pole,” Logan said.
Harper gigged as the server coughed beside their table.
“Consenting adults, I promise,” Logan said, raising his eyebrows.
“Lucky girls,” their server commented as she put the food on the table. “Enjoy.”
“Does it bother you if I tie other girls up? Have you seen my channel?”
Looking up from slicing her steak, Harper frowned. “I haven’t dated much, and you’re my first D/s relationship. I’m not sure if it would bother me at some point, but right now it doesn’t. And everyone has seen your rope demos on kinkTube, Mr. Marrock.”
“If it ever does bother you, we can talk about it,” Logan said. “And if you want to take this further to something more serious, I’m in for that.”
“I know,” Harper said around a mouthful of food and the intense gaze in her eyes made his cock as hard as stone. He couldn’t get enough of this woman with all her facets. Nothing was boring or standard about her, and Logan couldn’t wait to see where they ended up.With my collar around her neck.His inner thought made him grin.
“Three choices,” Logan said when the plates had been cleared and they were drinking coffee. “I can take you home, we can go to Club Bandit, or you can come back to my place.”
“You like giving choices,” Harper said.
“Yes, I do,” Logan said. “Which is it, Kitten?”
Harper put her coffee cup down, reached across the table, and grabbed his hand. “Show me your home, Mr. Marrock.”
“Here’s my ride.”
She flashed him the biggest smile. Logan reached out and tapped the seat. “Yeah, she’s pretty slick,” he said, petting his Kawasaki Ninja bike he’d bought after he left the army. His buddies joked that it looked like a toy with his big body over it, but he didn’t care. He liked how it drove.
“Sweet! A college friend of mine had a motorcycle and used to give me rides. Does it go fast?”
