I snort. “Delicious.”
We purchase a couple of subs, and I treat myself to a real-sugar soda. A few gulps and I’m already feeling renewed energy pump through my veins. We sit at an outside table with a great view of the semis pumping gas, and I scarf downmy foot-long like a python snake while Logan takes his time to chew his meatball sub, like the well-raised boy that he is.
After swallowing my last bite, I pat my rounded stomach and lean back with a sigh. “All I need now is a hot shower and a nap, and I’ll be human again.”
“Ready for another shower, huh? For business or pleasure this time?”
That fucking shower. “Logan, I know that was really unprofessional of me—”
“I’m teasing,” he says, his voice low and intimate. “The next one had better be for pleasure.”
Heat pools between my thighs. Ah, temptation. My old friend. You weren’t gone long, were you?
I take another sip of my soda. The straw makes a loud sucking noise, which helps. Hard to be horny with goofy sound effects. “How will it work with Seth? I assume you guys have had girls over before, but this needs to be more discreet.”
“We have.” He watches my face intently, the tips of his mouth turned up in a slight smile.
“What was your last girlfriend like?”
His smile widens. “Mylastgirlfriend?”
I blush. “Not that we’re calling me your current one. Because we’re not. Secret, no-strings-attached affair, remember?”
“Sure,” he says.
“Or…were your last rendezvous—rendezvouses?—one-night stands?” It suddenly occurred to me that we were so young the last time we were together. Who knew what his sexual inclinations were over the past seven years? Perhaps his habit is to have a different girl over every night.
The slight smile is back. “I’m not a one-night stand guy. I’ve had one girlfriend besides you. And yes, we had sleepovers at my house.”
I simultaneously wanted him to stop talking and tell me everything. What was this other girl like? Was she like me? Why did they break up?
“Seth has had girls stay over too. We’re both discreet. It was a little different with Charlotte, since she came over, not just for sex, but to hang out. Girlfriend privileges.”
Charlotte. I had a sudden vision of some knockout with fantastic hair and a nose not slightly too big for her face, like mine was.
“How did you meet?” Slurp goes my straw. Silly sound effects make it difficult to feel jealousy too. Or so I tell myself.
“Do you want a refill?” he asks.
Nope. I want him to torture me with information about the girl he dated after and before me. Not that we are officially together.
“Why did you break up?” I ask. And because I can’t seem to stop poking him, I add, “Sex was bad?”
He chokes a little on his sandwich. He coughs for a minute before he recovers, cheeks red. “I’m not telling you that.”
“So itwas.”
“You really want to hear about our sex life?”
He got me. “Nope,” I mumble.Slurp.
He grins. “Didn’t think so. We were long-distance. I was an asshole and never visited her in Phoenix, and she got tired of driving up here to see me.”
“Why did you never visit her?”
He shrugs. “I feel better here,” he says. He takes a bite of his sandwich and takes his time chewing beforecontinuing. “Here, I have my family and their support, my business to run, and the community I’ve built up. I feel the most comfortable here, the most in control. Charlotte had a hard time understanding that.”
I have a hard time understanding that. It sounds like he built himself a fortified animal habitat.
