“Impressive enough to come bouldering with me tomorrow morning?” he whispered in her ear.
“I need to work.”
“Even Wonder Woman needs time off.”
“I thought I was Superwoman?”
Logan laughed, his hands moving to her waist. “You are Superwonderwoman. Come home with me tonight?”
He meant it teasingly, but the light went out of her eyes, replaced by a deer in the headlights stare. He felt her tense up in his arms and he pulled her even closer, wrapping another arm around her upper body. He wanted this woman badly, but he would wait.
“That’s too fast a move for you?”
“It’s not that I don’t like you, Logan. I…”
“Need to go slow?”
“Yes.” The relief in her voice brought the light back to her eyes.
“Okay. I’ll go slow,” Logan said. Dancing to the slower beat, his hands roamed just above her hips as she swayed perfectly in time to the music.
Extending his arm, he flung her out for a spin and effortlessly Harper spun out and back to him, without missing a beat.
“You must have had a round of dance classes in your past,” Logan said.
She glanced away, her mouth pressed in a thin line. Every time he asked her questions about her past, she closed up. He wanted to know everything about her.
“Yes,” Harper said.
She got the word out, and Logan knew it was an effort for her to keep that smile on her face. He cupped a hand to her cheek, feeling her soft skin against his rough hand.
“You can tell me anything, you know.”
“You look very handsome in your tux,” Harper said.
Logan laughed, his hands caressing her back.
“So, there is this thing at Club Bandit—”
“That’s not slow.” Harper laughed.
“Slowly think about it?” Logan asked, whispering the words against her ear, feeling her shiver.
“Okay, I’ll think about it,” Harper said. Her lips right in front of his, he wanted to slide his tongue in, inhale her taste and hold her and never let her go.
“Perfect.” He danced her around the room while already planning how to get her to open up and land in his bed.
CHAPTER THREE - XANDER
Xandersurveyedtheclutterchaos of Harper’s desk, biting the inside of his cheek. The mess irked him. And it irked him more that a tiny part of him thought it was endearing because it was one of Harper’s quirks. He leaned over the edge of her desk, the only clear part of the surface and waited until she looked up from her screen.
“We need new bodyguards. I want initial background checks on the three new potentials for the Threat Assessment and Personal Security Division. Also, there was an error on page six of the last time allocation report you sent. Resend it.”
Damn, Harper was cute when her brow furrowed and she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. She furiously tapped at her keyboard, found the report, and glared at him. “There isonetypo in the fifty-page document. Only you and Ares see it.”
“Are you arguing with me?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No. I’m pointing out your request is petty.”
