I padded out to the main room where we’d eaten the night before and discovered him beyond the sliding glass doors on the gleaming deck, on the phone with several legal-looking documents and his laptop open in front of him.
Shirtless, in just his boxers. I’m sure it wasn’t a conscious decision to look that effing amazing, but to me it felt like an invitation to have my wicked way with him.
I tiptoed out into the bright sun, and he winked at me as he listened to the person on the other end.
What time was it? And where in the world were we? All I could see was sparkling blue all around us.
I dropped down on the chair opposite him, and he handed me a menu printed on thick cardstock. Logan only had a cup of coffee in front of him, like he’d been waiting for me to join him before eating.
His brow furrowed as he listened to whoever was speaking, and I hated that the real world was already intruding on our magical getaway. I glanced at some of the papers spread out in front of him. The wordspost-nuptial agreementjumped out at me, and my fingers itched to pull it from the pile to read it more clearly. It made sense that he’d had something drawn up to protect himself and his assets…since this was all meant to be temporary.
I tapped the paper. “What is this?”
Logan looked at me and then down at the paper. His face twisted into an uncomfortable expression. He put his hand overthe speaker on his phone. “Don’t worry about it. Just some paperwork about everything.”
“Everything?”
He gestured between us. “It’s really not a big deal, I promise. You and I can talk about it later.”
A stone settled in the pit of my stomach. Logan had gone back to listening to whoever was on the other end of the call. Even in bossman mode, he wassohandsome. Maybe even more so in bossman mode, which didn’t help. Logically, I knew our situation was temporary and there would be legal documents to deal with once we decided to end our charade, but it still bothered me that he seemed so nonchalant about it all.
The rest of the Ashford ladies had insisted that I was good for Logan, that I was helping him downshift and enjoy life. If that really was something he needed, like they said, then letting him take calls during what was a mini vacation wouldn’t do at all.
“Oh, come on. You told me you’d have that shipment ready to go yesterday,” he barked into the phone.
Oof. Bossman was alive and well, and it sounded like he needed an intervention immediately.
An idea sprang to mind.
Logan had mentioned the night before that his crew were always below deck unless summoned, which meant we were completely alone despite being in a common area.
Showtime.
I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but this was a desperate scenario. I took a deep breath, stood up next to where he was working and sild the robe down one shoulder, giving him a sultry stare.
He looked surprised, and then confused, but continued to growl at the person on the other end of the call.
Onward. I shifted and pushed the other side of the robe down as well, so that the only things keeping the robe on my body were my hands cupped over my breasts.
NowI had his attention. He stumbled over his words while he stared at me and shifted in his seat.
I let the robe drop a little more until my nipples were barely covered.
“Uh, could you repeat that?” Logan shifted in his chair. “The call broke up.”
I giggled and turned around, letting the robe fall even lower, so he could now see the top of my butt.
Logan cleared his throat. I dropped the robe completely so I was standing there naked, still turned away from him.
“No, no, that’s enough, you don’t have to read the whole damn thing to me,” Logan said through gritted teeth.
I began undulating, raising my hands over my head like a dancer, putting on a show for an audience of one. Maybe I needed to rethink my anti-exhibitionist tendencies, because there was something really freeing about being naked beneath the hot sun.
“You’ve got two minutes, Brad,” he said in a strained voice. “Then I have another, uh, meeting.”
I turned around to face him, still shimmying, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of my naked breasts. I moved closer to him, then dropped to my knees and crawled under the table. He’d made magic with his mouth last night and hadn’t given me the chance to return the favor.
He pushed back in his chair so that he could watch me crawling toward him beneath the table. I slid my hands up his thick legs, planting a few kisses along the way. Logan groaned then quickly covered it with a cough.
