"Nice one," Logan laughs. "Is there anyone else in this office you'd like to lodge a complaint about me with?"
Lana turns and looks back at me, and I scowl.
This isn't turning out how I had planned.
An awkward hostility is growing.
"He doesn't look like a bad guy," she smiles, stepping closer to Logan.
I know exactly where she's going with this. And I don't like it.
A fierce competitiveness boils up in my veins. In my very core.
"You don't know him," I say, and this time, Logan lets out an audible laugh. It seems to come up from the pit of his stomach and it makes Lana laugh too, like some infectious virus has jumped from one person to the other.
"Laugh all you want, but I'm serious," I say.
"This guy?" she says, pointing at Logan. "This blue-eyed, chiseled, teddy bear?"
Logan smiles. I can tell he likes where this is going. The tide has turned in his favor, and my stomach sinks at this realization.
It feels like a fucking losing game at this point, but I refuse to let Logan have the upper hand in this.
"Let me try him out," she says with a smirk. "I'll let you know if he's as bad as you say he is."
Fuck.
13
Lana
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I ditched Anders just so I could be with Logan, a man I barely know. I must be going out of my damn mind. But, in a way, I feel like I did the right thing. Anders doesn’t own my body, and he sure as hell doesn’t own my book. As fun as it was to, ahem, audition him … it was just that.
I hurry after Logan as he crosses the street, heading toward the hotel that’s just in front of Naughty Angel’s offices.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I catch up to him, but he just flashes me a grin as he looks back at me over his shoulder. “Seriously!” I continue, and this time he stops, turning on his heels as he reaches the sidewalk on the other side of the road.
“We’re getting a room. Right fucking now,” he whispers, placing both of his hands on my waist and pulling me into him. All thought vanishes from my mind as I feel his body pressed against mine, his hard cock throbbing against my inner thigh from under his jeans. “Any objection?” I just look into his eyes, open my mouth to say something, but then close it again. No, I don’t have any objection to getting a room with him. None at all.
“Thought so,” he whispers, leaning into me. I stop breathing as his lips almost touch mine, but then he pulls back at the last second. Jesus.
Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me inside the hotel room and walks straight to the receptionist’s desk. “We need a room,” he says nonchalantly, and the young receptionist’s eyes dance from Logan to me. She cocks one eyebrow and, without saying a word, just hands Logan a key as he slaps his credit card on the counter.
“Thank you, honey,” he tells her and then, reading the number on the magnetic key, drags me all the way toward the elevator. We step inside in a hurry and I turn to him as the doors close in on us.
“What was all that about with Anders?” I demand to know. If he’s going to fuck me, at least I deserve some answers. “No love lost between the two of you.”
“C’mon, why are you bringing Anders into this, Lana?” he asks, his voice so deep that I feel my heart melting inside my chest. “We’re doing fine, just the two of us,” he continues, his tone dropping as he takes one step toward me, both his hands back on my waist. His voice and his touch are enough to cause a flood on my pussy, and I feel the fabric of my thong sticking to my skin.
Leaning into me, this time he doesn’t stop at the last minute. My eyelids start drooping and, by the time they’re fully closed, Logan has his lips pressed against mine. He tastes of oak and the sea, a raw kind of manliness pulsing under his skin.
Pushing me back, he pins me against the elevator mirror and parts my lips with the tip of his tongue. Kissing me as if he needed to do it in order to survive, I do nothing except surrender. One of my hands darts straight to his crotch, and I flatten the palm of my hand against his hard cock, its shape pulsing against my stretched fingers. He’s hung—very, very hung.
When I thought that no one could compete with Anders, Logan just had to show up. Well, all for the better, right?
“See, babe? Let’s just enjoy the moment … the two of us,” he says, pulling back from our kiss and whispering these words straight into my ear.