Once our waiter departed, I looked at Logan again. The curiosity from before was gone. His hands were clasped tightly together, and his posture stiff. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he was nervous, but he didn’t have any reason to nervous. He at least knew what happened at the party.
I didn’t comment on it, and he didn’t say anything. Instead, we both sat there in awkward silence for a few moments.
“We’ve not talked about it,” he said, breaking the silence. He glanced down for a moment before looking back up at me.
“Talked about what?”
“What happened at the party.” He shrugged. “I’m not complaining. It was a great experience, but it does seem like something we should at least talk about.”
My heart had just calmed down only to speed up again. This time, I lost my fight against my lip nibbling. I didn’t want to admit to Logan that I’d drank so much that I couldn’t even remember the party. He might like me or be attracted to me, but I doubted he’d like a woman who he thought was a total lush.
“Well, talk then,” I said with a shrug. Things were getting pretty twisted at this point considering I was trying to pretend to know about something I couldn’t remember, which could have been everything from a disaster to not a big deal.
Logan glanced around before leaning forward. He kept his voice low when he spoke. “I’m going to be honest, Emily. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a kiss that enjoyable in a long time, if ever.”
“Kiss?” I echoed, my eyes widening.
No, no, no.
“Yes, the kiss.” He shrugged. “Well, kisses.”
I stared at him, my mouth agape. His brow furrowed, and then he leaned back with a frown.
“You don’t even remember, do you?”
More lies wouldn’t help the situation, so I just offered a simple, “I remember showing up. I remember my bas—my ex-husband talking to me, and then I remember drinking a lot of champagne.”
Logan offered me a thin smile before taking a sip of his wine. He let out a quiet chuckle. “Ouch.”
“Ouch?”
“Here I thought we had this great connection, perfect chemistry, and it turns out you don’t even remember it.” He grinned. “It does hurt a little.”
I groaned and looked down at the table, anything to avoid looking him in the eye. “Please tell me everything that happened.”
“I was chatting with some of my mother’s friends when you walked into the room, grabbed me, and pulled me into a nearby antechamber. Then, you kissed me.”
I gasped. “I-I… huh?”
“Then, I kissed you back. You explained how you were doing this to get revenge on your ex-husband, and we kissed some more, and then…” An uncomfortable expression settled over his face, and he shrugged lightly. “Then my mother and two of her friends saw us.”
If we weren’t in such a high-class place, I might have slammed my head on the table. “Ug
h. Oh, my.”
“Don’t worry. My mother made sure no one spread any rumors around. As far as I know, only those two women and our mothers know about it.”
Sighing, I managed to lift my head, my cheeks burning hard. Logan didn’t look embarrassed. He only looked amused.
“So, I drank so much that I basically forced myself on you?” Another groan escaped. “I’m so, so, so sorry. That’s not that kind of woman I am. I barely even drink. It’s just…” I dropped my face into my palm. “Stupid Lionel. I’d say it’s all his fault, but he didn’t force me to drink the champagne.”
Logan shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I’ll admit I’m disappointed you didn’t even remember the kiss, but I still enjoyed kissing you, so you have nothing to worry about.”
The return of our waiter with our meals stopped me from replying, which was fine by me. I spent the next fifteen minutes offering only one-word responses to Logan as I ate my salmon. Despite the glorious flavors of the flaky fish on my tongue, my mind kept swirling back to what had happened on Friday.
What did Logan think of me? It didn’t matter what I’d said. It’d matter what I’d done, and so he must have been convinced that I was the kind of girl who got drunk and threw herself at men. That made my face burn enough, but the thought that he’d want to a pursue a girl like that didn’t exactly fill me with joy.
Mama’s behavior now made perfect sense. In her mind, we were probably one step away from being engaged if we were willing to make out in public at a charity fundraising dinner.