your underwear tonight, Nadine. Well, who knows what might happen. The wind can put me in a Marilyn Monroe situation, or... something. After all, the man already saw my boobs. That doesn’t mean he has to see anything more . I argue with myself some more and, eventually, decide to wear the sexy lingerie anyway, if only because I need to feel sexy. No harm can come from that. I hope.
When I open the apartment door one hour later, my heart somersaults in my chest. Logan is his normal attractive and flirty self, only now he makes even more of an effort than usual to seduce me. His gaze travels appreciatively up and down my body. Licking my lips, I swallow hard. Barely three seconds of our date have passed and already my pulse is ratcheting up. I’ll be dancing on a fine line tonight.
“You look sexy as hell, Nadine.” His husky tone sends ripples of heat all the way to my center.
“Hello to you, too.” Smiling, I wink at him. Then I sashay back inside the room to grab my purse.
“Promise me something,” Logan says when I return to him. “You won’t worry about anything tonight: the shop, or anything else.”
His molten gaze holds mine with determination, and I detect something else beyond heat in his eyes: concern for me, and the promise of fun. I need a pause from my brain, and all the worries it tortures me with. I’m not sure if the fact that he understands exactly what I need scares or reassures me. A little bit of both, I guess.
“It’s up to you to make this night so unforgettable that I’ll have no choice but to push my worries away.”
“That’s the sweetest challenge I’ve ever heard.” Leaning on the doorframe, he tilts his head to one side. Unexpectedly, he takes my hand and pulls, bringing me so close to him our bodies almost touch. “If I have it my way, you won’t have anything but me in that pretty head of yours.”
Catching my breath, I grasp for words, but I can’t form even one coherent thought. Fog fills my mind, and the air is thick with sexual tension. Dragging his fingers down my cheek, he adds in a low whisper, “And I approve of the fact that you wear thin bras all the time.”
Damn. I forgot about that.
I peer at him from beneath my eyelashes, fighting the urge to lean closer to him still.
“Well, Mr. Chief Fun Officer. Let’s go. It’s on you to make me forget all my worries tonight.”
“You can count on me.”
I know before I even step out the door that I don’t stand a chance of resisting him. And that is really bad news.
***
“W ow,” I exclaim once we’re in the restaurant. It’s elegant and sleek, the dimmed lights offering an intimate atmosphere. There are small containers with burning incense sprinkled around the room. It’s jasmine, which right now seems to be the most sensual smell in the world to me. I think it’s just the Logan effect. We sit at a table in the corner and I spot a small dance floor, mentally fanning myself at the prospect of dancing with Logan.
“They have a lot of cocktails.” I scan the list on the menu in front of me. “Remind me only to drink one.”
“Why’s that?”
“My alcohol tolerance to mixed drinks has always been very low, even in college.”
“Have wine. Or a martini. You drank that the two times we ate with my family.”
I put the menu down. “Do you observe every little detail about everyone?”
“No. Just you.” He says the words with ease, but my toes curl. “Back to your martini. . .”
“Cocktails are so much fun, though. But don’t let me drink more than one. Trust me, you don’t want to see me drunk.”
Logan puts his menu down on the table, mischief dancing in his eyes. “This really makes me want to see what you do after a few cocktails. Do you spill your deepest secrets?”
I shake my head as Logan narrows his eyes. This is fun.
“Striptease?”
Trying not to laugh, I bring forward my most playful tone. “Maybe.”
“I can make you do all those things without alcohol.”
When I open the apartment door one hour later, my heart somersaults in my chest. Logan is his normal attractive and flirty self, only now he makes even more of an effort than usual to seduce me. His gaze travels appreciatively up and down my body. Licking my lips, I swallow hard. Barely three seconds of our date have passed and already my pulse is ratcheting up. I’ll be dancing on a fine line tonight.
“You look sexy as hell, Nadine.” His husky tone sends ripples of heat all the way to my center.
“Hello to you, too.” Smiling, I wink at him. Then I sashay back inside the room to grab my purse.
“Promise me something,” Logan says when I return to him. “You won’t worry about anything tonight: the shop, or anything else.”
His molten gaze holds mine with determination, and I detect something else beyond heat in his eyes: concern for me, and the promise of fun. I need a pause from my brain, and all the worries it tortures me with. I’m not sure if the fact that he understands exactly what I need scares or reassures me. A little bit of both, I guess.
“It’s up to you to make this night so unforgettable that I’ll have no choice but to push my worries away.”
“That’s the sweetest challenge I’ve ever heard.” Leaning on the doorframe, he tilts his head to one side. Unexpectedly, he takes my hand and pulls, bringing me so close to him our bodies almost touch. “If I have it my way, you won’t have anything but me in that pretty head of yours.”
Catching my breath, I grasp for words, but I can’t form even one coherent thought. Fog fills my mind, and the air is thick with sexual tension. Dragging his fingers down my cheek, he adds in a low whisper, “And I approve of the fact that you wear thin bras all the time.”
Damn. I forgot about that.
I peer at him from beneath my eyelashes, fighting the urge to lean closer to him still.
“Well, Mr. Chief Fun Officer. Let’s go. It’s on you to make me forget all my worries tonight.”
“You can count on me.”
I know before I even step out the door that I don’t stand a chance of resisting him. And that is really bad news.
***
“W ow,” I exclaim once we’re in the restaurant. It’s elegant and sleek, the dimmed lights offering an intimate atmosphere. There are small containers with burning incense sprinkled around the room. It’s jasmine, which right now seems to be the most sensual smell in the world to me. I think it’s just the Logan effect. We sit at a table in the corner and I spot a small dance floor, mentally fanning myself at the prospect of dancing with Logan.
“They have a lot of cocktails.” I scan the list on the menu in front of me. “Remind me only to drink one.”
“Why’s that?”
“My alcohol tolerance to mixed drinks has always been very low, even in college.”
“Have wine. Or a martini. You drank that the two times we ate with my family.”
I put the menu down. “Do you observe every little detail about everyone?”
“No. Just you.” He says the words with ease, but my toes curl. “Back to your martini. . .”
“Cocktails are so much fun, though. But don’t let me drink more than one. Trust me, you don’t want to see me drunk.”
Logan puts his menu down on the table, mischief dancing in his eyes. “This really makes me want to see what you do after a few cocktails. Do you spill your deepest secrets?”
I shake my head as Logan narrows his eyes. This is fun.
“Striptease?”
Trying not to laugh, I bring forward my most playful tone. “Maybe.”
“I can make you do all those things without alcohol.”
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