Logan grins. “I’ll be rooting for your company’s growth and success so you can finally turn the arseholes away. I also hate cheaters. My dad cheated on my mum when I was younger.”
My eyes widen, and I apologize that he and his mum went through that. I don’t mention my dad did the same bullshit, because I’m worried that the second the disgust slips through my lips, I’ll ruin the night.
It’s just another thing we have in common—probably the tenth of the night—and I would normally be elated because of how hard it is to find a decent guy in this city. Unfortunately, it’s been hard to concentrate on Logan when bloody Jack has been on my mind all night, driving me insane.
I haven’t been able to appreciate the man before me, which I plan on doing now.
I lean back, sip my martini, and give my date an easy smile. “I have to say, Logan, this is the first date I’ve been on in a long time where the guy is interested in me and my business. Most of the time, it turns them off and sends them running.”
Confusion crosses his face. “Why? Being with a strong, independent woman is a turn-on. I’ve always wanted to be a power couple with my significant other.”
I lift my glass and cheers him. “You’re a good person, Logan. Thanks for taking me out. This has been the best blind date I’ve ever been on.”
He lifts one brow and smirks. “I thought I was your first and only blind date.”
“Touché.” I cross my legs and lean in, not missing his eyes scanning the length of my long legs up to my chest, which of course, I did on purpose. I crook my finger so he comes closer, and whisper, “I’ll let you in on a little secret. This date has been more riveting than all the others I’ve been on this year.”
He gulps down the rest of his drink. “I couldn’t agree more,” he says, then takes my hand in his. “This is forward, I know, but what are you doing this weekend? I would love to take you to a new sushi place I’ve been dying to try.”
Eager is not always a turn-on, but with Logan, it sure as hell is.
I grab my phone. “Let me get your number. Unfortunately, I’ll be away for the next week or so, but I’d love to see you again when I get home.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and fuck… Bubble burst.Thanks, Jack.
I try to ignore it, but it buzzes again.
Jack: Get his number and see what happens.
Bloody Hell. I look around the cocktail bar and don’t see him anywhere. So how the hell does he know I’m getting his number?
“Everything okay?”
“Sorry, I just got a crazy text. Just give me one minute, please.”
Me: Where are you?
Jack: Bathroom. Now.
Me: What the hell are you doing here, Jack?!!!!!!!
Jack: Bathroom, Annabelle. I’m not joking.
Me: It’s the fucking loo. You’re not taking a bath.
Jack: You have one minute.
Oh, he can fuck right off with this demanding, domineering shit. I’m finishing my date. If he suddenly wants to be some crazed lunatic, he can wait until I’m done.
I look up and smile at Logan. “Sorry, where were we?”
“I was trying to give… Do you need to get that?” He points to my phone that will not stop vibrating.
“No, just ignore it.” I open my contacts so I can enter his name.
“I still can’t get over how someone as beautiful and successful as you doesn’t have a boyfriend. It blows my mind.”
“No need for the sweet talk. You’ll still get my number tonight.” I wink playfully.
