“Let’s get this over with.” I raise the hem to my hips, and then I feel Logan’s strong hands on me as he gently touches my waist and takes hold of the dress.
The gown comes off far more easily than it did the last time Eloise helped me, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of Logan in a bra and underwear. I feel immediately vulnerable, but my self-consciousness fades because he’s staring at me, first at my lips, and his gaze doesn’t stop there. His eyes wander down past my neck before he drags them back up to my face.
“I’m sorry.” He sucks in his breath and turns his head away.
I reach behind me for some covering, but I clearly didn’t think this through before we started because my clothes are still somewhere in a drawer.
I step to the side of my desk and manage to reach into my top drawer while I watch Logan’s chest moving in and out as he breathes. That solid chest I’ve leaned on for comfort so many times before. I get hold of my jean shorts and wriggle into them before grabbing a tank top. Finally, I look up.
“All set.”
He shifts back to face me.
My gaze meets his, and my body tightens and sways in response to the undisguised heat in his eyes.
I have the urge to sweep the desk clean with my arm before pulling Logan on top of me and tearing off his clothes. Or maybe turning around and leaning over the desk while he comes up behind me and makes me feel better than I’ve felt since he was last inside me.
But Logan squeezes his eyes shut, and when he opens them again, all the heat is gone.
I try to play it casual, but my damn legs are trembling. I reach out and put one hand on his chest for balance before I lean my ass against the desk and cross my arms over my heart.
“So-o.”
Oh God—my voice comes out scratchy and weak. I try again.
“So. Tell me how you and Gigi met.”
“Sh—” Logan swallows and then starts over. “She was in Fort Davis with her father. They flew there on a private jet. He’s an oilman among other business ventures. He’s a self-made billionaire.”
“Oh…wow,” I say slowly. “The reporter said he was wealthy, but…”
“Yeah. Different worlds and all that.” His expression goes blank again, and I can’t read it.
“Pretty cool.” I unconsciously straighten my ponytail and smooth back the hairs that have fallen out from the humidity. Pretty cool to be able to flit around the country just for fun. Pretty cool to not have to worry about working, ever.
“I mean, it’s not like she has a perfect life,” Logan continues after looking at me more closely. “She mentioned her mother has struggled with prescription pills in the past. That’s just between us, of course.”
“Uh-huh. That’s sad.” I glance away. “I’ll look forward to meeting her.”
Long pause.
“Do you want to meet here?”
I exhale in relief. Here would be easiest for me. “That works.”
“Tomorrow at seven?”
We stare at each other, and I thank God for the background buzz of the air conditioner, or else I know I’d be able to hear him breathing. I’d probably be able to hear his heart beat, too.
“Sure,” I say as I go to walk him out. “Tomorrow at seven.”
38
“So you think she’s pretty? Like Elizabeth Bennet pretty?” Ginny swings her legs back and forth impatiently as we sit at the bar with Blake and wait for Logan and Gigi to show up.
I don’t say anything, but George pipes in as he hands me an iced tea. “I bet she’s not as pretty as you two.”
I reach over and cuff his cowboy hat. “Thanks, George.”
