We went out the front door, and immediately I could sense something wasn’t right. Julius spread his arms out, blocking Payton and me from someone.
“Evie,” I heard him say. What the hell was Blake still doing here?
“I don’t know you, buddy,” Julius said to Blake. “You don’t have no business here. And you,” his head turned the opposite direction, “you I recognize, so you better get a move on. You ain’t allowed to stay.”
My gaze went in the direction of whomever Julius was talking to, and I quieted a gasp.
“Logan?”
“You told me to wait,” he said, wearing a cryptic expression.
When I glanced between the two men waiting for me, it turned their focus toward each other. I could see the distrust on Logan’s face. He’d recognized Blake from the picture, and after that exchange Blake must have assumed he’d been my client.
“Blake, stop,” I yelled when he charged toward Logan. I ducked under Julius’ massive arm and got in between them. Blake’s face was raw anger and hurt, and even though I knew I wasn’t responsible, I hated I was the cause of it.
Julius yelled at both the men to get back, to get fucking lost.
“I know them, it’s all right,” I said. “Payton, help me out.”
“Get out of here,” she yelled to Blake. “You had your chance, now run back home to your girlfriend who deserves way better than you.”
“Fuck you, whore.”
Payton looked smug. “Sorry, not enough money in the world.”
Oh god, this was a mess. Logan watched the drama unfold, his eyes wary of the tall man fixated on me.
“Evie, are you okay?” Blake calmed when he stopped looking at Payton. “Let me drive you home.”
I’d been in love with him for so long, and my broken heart thudded in my chest when I spoke to him. “No. Go home.”
His face turned sour, a mixture of loss and anger. I watched him climb into his car and tear off, not looking at me again. My hand hurt because I’d been clenching the envelope full of money tightly, not noticing I’d gone all white-knuckles.
Julius didn’t like it when I took a step toward Logan. “You sure you wanna talk to him? I can make him go away.”
“Yes.” Oh yes, I definitely wanted to talk to him.
He leaned against a midnight-blue BMW, wearing the black suit he’d worn when Player’s had come in for an office visit, only this time there was no tie and two buttons had been left undone. I saw him through new eyes. My boss was stunningly handsome and powerfully sexy.
He’d parked several car lengths down from the club, and when I reached him, he stood.
“Who is that guy?” His demand was hushed, perhaps wanting privacy from Julius and Payton who watched from near the doorway.
“A friend,” I said, then thought better of it. “I don’t know, it’s complicated.”
“Come home with me.”
I wished I’d had a witty comeback or biting remark, but my brain failed me. “What?”
He slipped his hand gently behind my neck and whispered in my ear. “That’s rule number one.”
Logan moved quickly, setting a hand on my hip to hold me, and dropped his head so his mouth could claim mine in a kiss. After everything in
that room, this was the first time it had happened. It was so slow and seductive that I melted into it. Hands cupped my face, tilting my head to just the right angle so he could tease me with a hint of his tongue. He asked for more, and I welcomed it.
My hands followed his lead and circled his neck, and I pressed my body against his, wanting the kiss to deepen further. Oh my god, I wanted more. I wanted him.
“Come home with me,” he commanded in his deep voice, one I couldn’t disobey. I was too curious about his reasons to give any other answer anyway. Gravity pulled me to him.