Right up until I found outhe was already married.
I should have thrown it out,but things like this were all I had of the men I’d loved, who I’ddesperately wanted to love me back. All I had of the late nights looking up atthe stars from bed, all I had of soft kisses and sex at three a.m. and coffeethe morning after.
It made all the sense in theworld that I was crushing so hard on a straight man that my chest hurt. Loganwas exactly my type.
Unattainable.
“They wouldn’t recognize mewithout all the makeup,” I said. “Contouring is magic.”
“Yeah, that photo didn’tlook like you. Except around the eyes,” Logan agreed. “Sorry about interruptingyour video earlier.”
“I’m not gonna upload it.” Isighed. “Breaking down over getting a note from your stalker isn’t cute. Iguess I’ll try again tomorrow and just… apologize for being late. I’m gonna beresponding to messages about where the goddamn video is all night, but I’m notup to being cheerful for my subscribers today.”
“Is it what you wanna do?Makeup tutorials on YouTube?” Logan asked.
I shrugged. “It works. I’mgood at it. Not so much at the makeup, lots of people are good at that, but I’mgood at the performance. People like me.”
“You sound shocked.”
“I am,” I admitted. “I’mshocked people come along and watch these videos. Come and watchme.”
“You’re fun,” Logan said. “Nothard to believe that people flock to you.”
I laughed, loud and genuineand for a moment, the clouds hanging over me parted and the sun shone down onmy head like it had on all the best, least complicated days of my life.
“Did it hurt?” I asked,turning to grin at Logan.
“Didwhathurt?” he raised aneyebrow, free hand moving to his face. Stroking along the twin scars there.
I hadn’t meant to makehim self-conscious. Iknewthose scars had to have hurt, deep as theywere.
They worked for him. Gavehis handsome face a little edge.
“When you fell,” I said. “Y’know.From heaven.”
“Oh myGod,” Logan said,mouth hanging open in shock. “I can’t believe you used a line on me? Not justany line, butthatline.”
My cheeks were starting tohurt from grinning at the look on his face, but I couldn’t stop.
Logan had a way of making meforget about everything. All my worries melted away when I had his fullattention.
The urge to swoop in andkiss him tugged at my belly again. Not just kiss him—kiss him breathless andthen run lips and tongue over his face and jaw and neck, down to his chest.Until I was kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock and living in the momentfor as long as it took for him to come.
“You work for a companycalledGuardianAngels Security,” I said, shoving that thought aside. “You’ve got wings on yourkeychain, don’t think I didn’t notice. You don’t get to be shocked that I usedthat line on you.”
Logan tutted, sipping hiscoffee. “Thoughtyou were classy.”
“I wear more makeup thanDolly Parton and you thought I wasclassy? Honey. Please,” I teased.
“You know,” Logan said,sitting back again. “I’ve never been hit on by a man before.”
“I’m… not hitting on you,” Isaid, because Iwasn’t. This was much too subtle.
It barely rose to the levelof gentle flirting, and I didthatwith everyone.
Well, noteveryone.Everyone I liked.
“Also,how?” I asked,realizing what he’d said. “There’s nowayyou’ve never beenhit on by a man before. You’re hot and you seem safe. It’s happened. You justhaven’t noticed it.”
