She grinned devilishly. She ran to the armoire, grabbed the gym bag from behind the borrowed dresses, and rummaged through it frantically.
“Yes! Here it is.” Holding her breath, she pushed the power button on her Bluetooth speaker, praying it still had a charge. When it blinked on and indicated it was ready to pair, she whooped in excitement.
Logan had responsibilities to uphold and duties to fulfill by siring a gaggle of blue-blood babies on someTonbimbo, but she sure in the hell wasn’t going to leave before she showed him what she could offer him—and how there’d be no one like her then or ever.
As she set about planning her seduction, she knew when she stood before him and moved her body in an erotic show of sensuality and desire, she would leave more than her clothes on the floor. She would lay it all bare. No matter how much she cared about him, no matter if she wanted him to have the option to choose her over his title, when the night ended, so would her time at Caspire Manor. But she couldn’t leave without letting him know how she truly felt, even if the words never left her mouth.
Taking a deep breath to fortify her mind for the night ahead, she made a mental list of what she’d need to transform from imposter lady to real diva.
Pulling her cellphone from where she’d hidden it under her pillow, she slid her finger along the touchscreen, scrolling through a few of her more popular downloaded playlists looking for a song that would help her say everything she wanted to say without uttering a word.
Her body and the song would speak for her.
After twenty minutes of looking and listening, she decided on Madonna’sFrozenas the perfect choice. The beats were haunting, and the lyrics were the love letter she didn’t have the balls to write.
Tapping her foot, Haven stood within the shadows of Logan’s room, hours later, waiting for him to arrive, for the seduction to commence, for their last night together to begin.
Letting loose a deep sigh, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, willing the butterflies in her stomach to stop nibbling at her innards. She would need all the guts she could muster tokeep from running to her room, and hiding like a scared little rabbit.
Goddammit!She wasn’t a rabbit. She was a fucking tigress, ready to pounce.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
She rubbed the back of her neck, and swallowed to wet the inside of her dry throat.
He would be finished with his meal and taking his after dinner drink in his study. Blissfully ignorant, Logan was probably sitting there wondering why she hadn’t come down to dinner, worrying if she was sick, or tired, or devising some kind of torture for his ego.
She smiled.
She kind of was.
Warmth filled her belly at the promise of excitement.
She hoped sending a footman with a note didn’t arouse suspicions; then again, the whole house probably already knew their master was sleeping with a common Colonial. She didn’t care. This wasn’t about anyone but her and Logan, and she was damn well going to enjoy every last bit of time she had left with him.
The latch on the door clicked, and her heart pounded. Sweat beading along her brow threatened to spill over her carefully made-up face. Praying to whatever goddess or spirit watching, she placed one bare foot in front of the other, and made her way toward the man who’d quickly become her everything.
Logan closedthe door to his room, hesitating in the darkness, suddenly breathless. Haven’s note told him she’d be waiting for him after the dinner hour. Though he wanted to sprint up the stairs two at a time immediately after parting ways with his aunt in the dining room, he waited another hour in his study, anguishing over why she’d missed dinner, and what she could possibly be doing in his room.
Gulping down a lump of anticipation, he stepped into the shadowy interior, his chest tight with anticipation. He raised a confused brow at the scene before him. Though this room was typically ablaze with candlelight, only five flickered into the space.
His mouth twitched.
What was she up to?
She’d placed each of the first four candles in different corners of the massive room. While this did nothing to dispel the darkness, it created an intimate mood. She’d placed the fifth candle on the table near his chest of drawers. The light lit an area in the middle of the room where a single straight back chair sat out of place. It was upholstered in crimson and crafted from dark wood. The chair faced one of the larger wing-backed ones that usually sat facing the fireplace. It had been turned to face the straight-backed chair.
Curious.
Though he dearly wanted to know her plans, he was more interested in where she might be. Her note said she would be here.
His hands trembled, and his heart thudded against his ribcage.
Anticipation heated his blood.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped further into the room. “Haven,” he coaxed. “Are you here?”
