“Can you repeat that?” I ask.
“Are you up for going to a nightclub afterwards? Alex just texted saying he’s opened an amazing one.”
“On a Monday?”
“They’re open every night.”
Despite the surprise, I can’t deny that the idea excites me. Dancing? Wow, how long has it been since I’ve done that?
Pushing the worries to the back of my mind, I ask, “Do you think I look okay in this outfit?”
She claps her hands and lets out a squeal. “You look delicious! Our night is going to be wonderful.”
Chapter 30
Venu Nightclub—Boston
“So, tell me about yourself.”
“What?”
The soldier leans closer to my ear. “Want to go outside for a bit?”
ThatI heard clearly. “Uh . . . no, I think I’m fine here inside.”
He smiles, seeming to know exactly what I’m thinking:don’t get too close.
The guy is as handsome as his Instagram photos showed, and despite his nickname ofPlayer, he’s been sweet so far. We’ve danced and laughed a lot, even though most of the conversation has been through mime. The music inside the club is loud and starting to annoy me a little.
After an hour here, I’m already thinking of going back to the hotel. Apparently, the phase of staying up all night partying that I missed out on can’t be recovered. The truth is, I’m here but my head isn’t. My every thought is filled with the sexy Spaniard I haven’t seen since Saturday.
He went to New York yesterday. Didn’t even show up at the office. One of the hotels had an issue, and it seems seriousbecause I heard Melissa say they would need to inform the hotel chain’s public relations to try to put out the fire—whatever that means.
He’s messaged me every day since we parted ways on Saturday, and I always replied with one or at most two words. When he tried calling, I didn’t pick up. Yeah, I know it wasn’t a mature move, but at the time, all I could think about was sparing my foolish heart from having hopes, keeping it at bay.
“I don’t bite, Olívia,” the blond says, smiling. I completely forgot I wasn’t alone. “Unless you want me to.”
Logan must be a few years older than me, maybe around thirty, and I have to admit he’s good company. It wasn’t bad coming here, although apart from the moments we were on the dance floor, my mind hasn’t stopped thinking about Guillermo for a single minute.
Is it weird that I feel guilty, like I’m doing something wrong? Of course not. My rational side says I’m young and haven’t made any commitments.
“Is there someone in your life?”
“You’re pretty direct, huh?”
“And you evade questions.”
“That’s because I don’t know you well enough to let you know about my personal life.”
Instead of seeming offended, his smile widens. “I hope that changes soon.”
I don’t reply, but I’m not upset by his blatant flirting. A little ego boost doesn’t hurt. Unfortunately, I can’t help but compare the blond soldier to my Spanish CEO, and he doesn’t even come close. Who wouldn’t pale in comparison?
Truth be told, nature wasn’t fair to the rest of humanity when it created four men like the Caldwell-Oviedos. I have no doubt they could singlehandedly amass fans in every corner of the planet.
“Alright, if you don’t want to talk, how about sweating a little more with that body of yours?”
“Fine, let’s go, but this will be the last time. I have work tomorrow and need to wake up early.”
