I roll my eyes, grateful she can’t see my expression. “I am doing what I can to get in with Mr. Henderson. At the moment, I’m working an angle.”
“What kind of angle?” Bridget perks up at the sound of me working and gathering information.
“He has a daughter. She’s fifteen and knows who I am.”
“Interesting.” I swear there’s a smirk adorning her face. “Use it. Is he single?”
“I don’t know.” I didn’t notice a wedding band, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attached. I keep my mouth shut about the shoe incident earlier at the store. And how I told Logan that I informed the clerk I should get the shoes for free because I was sleeping with the owner.
Not my finest moment.
I was trying to flirt with him. The man is gorgeous, with dark ink on his arms and a brooding personality. I can’t help but imagine what it must be like to be dominated by him in the bedroom. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who would go slow or be gentle.
I’m not complaining. I’d love to find my way under him, arms wrapped around his neck, my legs wrapped around his hips, holding him like a vice.
I turn the heat down in my hotel room. It’s stifling.
“Well, find out, and if he is, ask him out for drinks. You can put it on the company card. But I need that interview.”
“He’s not going to let me film him,” I say.
“It’s fine. He doesn’t have to be on camera. I mean, it’d be better if you could catch a shot of him coming out of the hotel pool, dripping wet. I’ve seen his picture, Cali. The man is pure eye candy.”
I bite down on my tongue to keep from speaking and telling her he’s not just good-looking, he’s also Grumplicious. But that doesn’t help my situation. “Do you suggest I stalk the pool?” I’m only half-joking. I could lie around in my swimsuit and read all afternoon, waiting for a glimpse of Logan.
“Do what you have to do.”
Does the man swim in the hotel pool? Maybe he has a small pool upstairs in the penthouse suite where he lives.
I wonder if there’s a way I can get up there and check it out? Julianna isn’t likely to let me upstairs, and there’s zero chance Logan will invite me to his suite. He’d sooner make me sleep outside in the snow.
I hang up with Bridget and put my swimsuit under my clothes. Just in case I get the opportunity to grab a rare picture of Logan Henderson in a swimsuit. Although, I’m kind of hoping he prefers to swim naked.
Although, that’s not very likely in the hotel pool where guests are allowed to frequent.
I grab a towel and head down to check out the pool. A few noisy kids are swimming and splashing, soaking the lounge chairs. Most of them are fairly young, and their parents are in the room, not exactly supervising them.
Opting not to get soaked by kids, I head down the hallway and catch a glimpse of Logan in the fitness room. He’s lifting weights, and I can’t help but stand by the glass window and stare.
Seconds tick by, and I should keep moving. But I don’t. He’s handsome and sexy as hell. His face is red, the veins on his arms bulging with each flex.
That’s not the only vein that I’m thinking about bulging. I shouldn’t have such illicit thoughts about Logan. He’s trouble. Positively off-limits. Sleeping with the owner of a resort is only going to sway my review. That would be unprofessional.
Unless I were writing a review about his sex appeal or how he performed in bed.
Logan Henderson is a giver. The man is a glorious grump with a 3-1 record of giving more orgasms than receiving. Beneath his tough and stuffy exterior he puts on during the day, at night he’s a wild lion in the sheets, searching for his lioness to pin down and devour.
He is a beast, and the longer I stare, the more guilty I look when he catches my gaze. I open my mouth, thinking my eyes must be wide like a doe, and I hurry down the hallway, pretending I wasn’t just standing there ogling him.
Is there any chance he didn’t notice?
With my towel in my hand, I head toward the elevators, and Jules waves at me excitedly. She’s not alone. Beside her is a girl about her age, but with darker hair and a gothic punk look. The girl could seriously be in a band. She gives off a rockstar vibe.
“Cali!” Jules says. “This is my girlfriend, Izzie.”
Izzie gives a sideways grin and wrinkles her nose. “Girlfriend?”
“What?” Jules asks, glancing back at her friend.