I felt scandalous sneaking out of the restroom with Logan in tow.
Look back at me, he stopped and leaned down, whispering, “Is it terrible to say that the thought of my cum dripping out of your pussy right now after what we just did is turning me on more than I should really admit to you?”
My face must have turned bright scarlet as I shook my head. “It’s turning me on too.”
Just as we got back to the bar, flashes started going off in the distance.
“Fuck, we should go,” Logan muttered under his breath while taking Mazy’s leash from Ashlyn.
“What’s going on?” I asked, speedily pulling my credit card out of my purse.
Logan pointed to the bushes just outside the patio’s railing. “Word travels fast—we’re being photographed.” He put one hand on mine while pulling out his wallet with the other. “I got this.”
“You didn’t even drink your beer and I had food. It’s only fair that I pay,” I declared, trying to shove my card into Ashlyn’s hand.
“I really must insist,” he said, more to Ashlyn than to me as he handed her a couple hundred-dollar bills. “Keep the change. Think of it as a pet-sitting fee.”
Gripping my hand tightly, he rushed us straight to his blacked-out Range Rover.
“Get in,” he ordered.
“But my car…” I started to protest.
“For fuck’s sake, Ari, just get in the damn car. We can come back for yours later,” he bellowed, opening the passenger’s side door for me.
After getting Mazy into the back and buckling her into a doggy car seat, he hopped into the driver’s seat and sped away.
Once we were a few blocks from the bar, I finally worked up the nerve to yell at him. “What in the world was that? Are you kidnapping me now?”
Pulling the car over to the side of the road, Logan glared at me. “Look, I’m a low-level celebrity, and sometimes I have to protect the people I care about from being plastered all over the front page of tomorrow’s edition ofThe Daily Mirror. Do you really want to be the next poster girl for a sex scandal?”
“I guess not,” I replied quietly.
“All right then.”
