Since he didn’t dance, Logan had no problem farming me out to other men in his family. Uncles, cousins, and his grandfather, who turned out to be the best dancer of the bunch. It was getting late, and I was tiring, dancing with a drunk cousin who wobbled unsteadily, when I glanced over and saw him deep in conversation.
Nick and Garrett were gone. It was just Logan and the blonde, his one and only ex.
Whatever they were talking about, neither of them looked too happy about it. I fought the urge to go and interrupt. But when Blake had shown up drunk at my apartment, Logan had been understanding. I could do the same.
The deejay announced the next song would be the last, and a slow, haunting love song filled the room. April turned away from Logan and thundered off, his gaze moving to me. He approached and held his arms out, wordlessly asking me to dance.
“I didn’t even come close to out-drinking Hilary’s family,” I remarked, my forehead against his neck, fighting the urge to ask about her.
“Are you even buzzing?”
“No, I was too busy,” I scolded. “You could have warned me that you don’t dance.”
“If it helps, you’re a big hit with the family.”
That did help.
“I stole a bottle of champagne from the bar,” he said, “I thought we could have a glass back at the room before I claim my raincheck.”
My pulse jumped. The image of his head between my legs, my fingers tangled in his hair, flashed in my dirty mind. What kind of Logan was I going to get tonight?
It worked out that I was able to drive, because the shuttle to the hotel was full. He couldn’t drive. Even though he’d only had a few drinks, he admitted he rarely drank.
“I got that all out of my system in college, and it’s not good for training,” he said when he climbed into the passenger seat of his own car.
I couldn’t tell he was impaired, but since I hadn’t had a drink in hours, it wasn’t a big deal. The hotel was just down the road, but he glanced over at me at one point when we were stopped at a long light, a weird look crossing his face.
“You don’t like me driving your car,” I said with a wicked tone. Such a control freak, and I loved it.
“Maybe, but it’s not personal. Why are you smiling?”
“Because I like watching you squirm, boss.” For effect, I shifted into neutral and revved the engine. Oh, he really didn’t like that. The minivan beside me looked at us like we were idiots.
“Think I can take them?” I teased.
“Maybe think about the fact that there could be consequences to your actions.” It was another joke that might not be a joke at all. “Think about what I might do to punish you.” There was a gleam in his eye that stole my breath.
The hotel room was about what I expected. A king-sized bed dominated the room, opposite a wardrobe that concealed a TV and mini-bar. As soon as our luggage was in, he went to get ice for the champagne. I sank down to sit on the edge of the bed, undid the straps on my heels, and let my tired feet rest flat on the floor.
What the hell was this feeling in my stomach? Was I . . . nervous?
Things were different now, though. The revelation left me spinning. He’d only been in a relationship with one other person. Sure, he’d slept with way more people, but I’d had five times as many relationships as he had. Who exactly was the more inexperienced one now?
“I’m torn,” I said when he returned with the bucket in hand, “on peeling that tuxedo off of you and making you leave it on.”
All I got was a seductive smile. My insides quivered. Skilled fingers undid the foil and cage on the cork, then put a towel over the top and popped it.
“Not the first bottle of champagne you’ve opened, huh?”
He poured the bubbling liquid into a glass and offered it to me. “No, it’s not.”
It wasn’t all that cold,
but it still tasted divine. He poured himself a glass, but didn’t join me on the bed. He leaned against the desk and took a few sips, watching me, curious.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’m just wondering how much longer you’re going to go without asking me about her. I’m impressed you haven’t, but then again, I’m finding new, impressive qualities you’ve got every day.”