When I saw the note folded neatly below the box, I smiled.
It said,
“No panties tonight, Emily. I want to be on stage knowing you’re naked beneath that dress. I love every part of you.”
Now he was standing in front of me and I felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Emily,” Logan looped his arm around my waist as he leaned in and whispered in my ear “You make me breathless.”
“Thank you for the necklace.”
“Did you do as I requested?”
I wanted to laugh at him using the word “requested.” Logan rarely requested; he spoke, and it was done, and that wasn’t only with me. I nodded, and he swore and groaned then kissed me. “Good girl.”
Then we were pulled apart by a voice. “Now I understand what kept you away from my office this week.”
Logan squeezed me in tight. It was possessive and was saying something to the guy. “Emily, this is our new manager Daryl. Daryl, Emily.”
I shook his hand and instantly felt the warmth emanating from him. He wore a suit and tie that fit his lean, tall form, and his hair was kept short and styled close. There was no rock star look in him. He was controlled, yet he had this casual air that made me feel relaxed.
We chatted for several minutes until the crowds started to arrive, and I was swept up into the fray as Logan introduced me to people I recognized from Avalanche, but mostly the guests were strangers. I caught a glimpse of Deck at one point, but he was in work mode, prowling the grounds and making certain the security was tight.
“Emily!” Georgie called as she pushed aside the throes of guests and came toward me.
She looked me up and down. “Damn, you look like you’re ready to be fucked or were just fucked.” She shrugged. “Whatever, it’s smacking hot. Logan, what the hell? You tying this girl up all week or what? Haven’t heard a peep from her.”
I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of being tied up, and typical Georgie didn’t let it pass.
“Ha, well strap me down.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in to whisper, “Rock star fighter who likes a little extracurricular activity in bed? Damn, he is one hell of a cupcake. Wonder if he likes spanking?”
Matt and Kat arrived, Kat looking stunning with her little black dress and blonde hair falling down over her slim shoulders. She was nearly as tall as Matt since she was wearing her spikey black heels, and she towered over me.
Logan leaned in and squeezed my ass. “Stay close to Matt. He knows what’s going on. You’re safer in a crowd, so don’t leave the party. I mean it, Eme. Not for a second.” I knew he was concerned about Alfonzo even though Deck and his men had the place covered. “You need to go the bathroom or freshen up, call Deck. He will have his phone on. No one else.”
I nodded.
“I hate to be away from you even for a second.”
I caressed his cheek and he took my hand and kissed my palm. “My heart is repaired, Logan. You did that.”
“Baby.” He pulled me into his arms, his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me. It was hard and intense and made me forget that we were surrounded by people. “You obliterated the bad in my life.” He kissed my forehead then drew back. “I have some suits to impress. You good?”
“Yeah, honey.”
He chin-lifted to Matt, and there was a look between them. And then Matt was beside me, his hand on the small of my back. Logan nodded then disappeared through the crowd. I saw him stop and talk to Ream who was with a cute little blonde, and then they were walking toward the stage.
It was another ten minutes before the band came on stage, and I was able to see Logan again. He was comfortable as he stood in front of the crowds, his confidence was natural, like being on stage was where he belonged.
And he did. There was no doubt that Tear Asunder was making it big, and Daryl obviously thought so, too.
Logan said a few words to the crowd and had them laughing and instantly falling under his spell. It was incredible that this man who oozed authority and power could have a group of posh executives melt at his feet. When Logan was on stage, it was like no one spoke unless he told them to.
He turned me on, but it was so much more powerful than that. It was like he was inside me, making my heart beat, my lungs breathe. He made me feel like whole again.
He did repair us.
Logan’s eyes found mine. I waited breathless then he winked, and I felt like he’d just swept his hands over my heated skin.
“This is a new song we’re playing tonight called ‘Torn from You.’” He closed his eyes and nodded his head three times then Kite clicked his sticks together.
They brought it, real and raw with each cord, each note rushing a thrill through the crowd. Logan’s voice was powerful, graveled and crass with the chorus, then seeking the soft deepness that sent shivers across my flesh during the verses.
“Fuck. They rock.” Georgie was nodding her head to the beat, and as I looked across the crowd, everyone was riveted to Logan. “Thinking maybe I need to get some of that.”
My mouth dropped open.
Georgie laughed. “Not your man, girl. Crisis. That tongue could do me wonders.”
I rolled my eyes, and Matt grunted, obviously hating to hear anything about Crisis, tongue, and Georgie in the same sentence.
The rest of the night, I didn’t see much of Logan, but who I did see a lot of was Deck. He was always within eye sight of me, and Matt never left my side.
It was one in the morning by the time everyone cleared out except the band, Georgie, Matt, and Kat. Deck appeared out of nowhere as we hung by the pool. He nodded to each of us then spoke quietly to Logan for a few minutes before he walked down the path toward the front of the house.