Page 44 of An Unexpected Home

“I hope you guys weren’t waiting for me?” Logan said, shutting the door behind him and moving further into the house.

“We were actually,” Melanie said in a clipped tone.

“You’re fine,” Carly put in. “Everyone dig in.”

Dinner was an event with Mel acting – or maybe she really was – angry at Logan. Everything he said seemed to set her off. Leah tried to ignore it and when Brandon reached under the table and began sliding his hand up and down her leg, she pretty much forgot all their names, including her own.

When they all finished eating, Carly declared that the guys should clean and miraculously, they did not complain.

“Growing up, we always did the dishes,” he told her as he cleared the table.

Impressed, she said, “I don’t even think my dad knew where our dishwasher was.”

“Really? Did your mom do everything?”

Behind her Carly snorted. “There’s a thought.”

“No, we had a cook and a maid.”

He dropped the bowl he was washing, into the soapy water. “You had a cook and a maid?”

Pursing her lips she nodded. She wasn’t sure why he sounded so shocked. She had assumed with the investigation into Will that he’d have found out that she had grown up wealthy.

“So you’re rich?” he asked.

“Correction, I was rich and anyway it wasn't me that was rich, it was my parents.”

“But still, rich enough to have a cook and a maid.” He went back to washing dishes.

It was just the two of them now, since everyone else, including Logan who was supposed to be helping, had moved to the living room. “A cook and a maid that he probably used money that he stole from his clients to afford.”

“Shit,” he said, dropping another bowl, this time with a loud plop. “I totally forgot, I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Brandon. You weren’t the one who stole money.”

Drying his hands, he stood directly in front of her. “But I feel like a complete ass for not thinking before I spoke.”

She rubbed her fingers over his jawline, loving the days worth of stubble that he’d let grow. “Six months ago, I wouldn’t have even been able to have this conversation. I’m learning that my dad’s and uncle’s mistakes are not mine. So please don’t be afraid to say whatever is on your mind.”

“Whatever?” he said, a gleam in his eye.

Biting her bottom lip she leaned in, and since he was so tall, pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear.

“Anything.”

“Logan!” he yelled, grabbing her hand and dragging her through the kitchen, and then into the living room. “Finish the dishes.”

She laughed all the way up the stairs and kept on laughing when he lightly pushed her onto her bed. When she saw his face though, her laughter stopped

“I believe I made the lady a promise this afternoon.” He ripped his t-shirt over his head leaving his chest naked for her to eye fuck.

Licking her lips she sat up on her knees and frantically unbuttoned his shorts. “A promise is a promise,” she said and ran her tongue over his chest.

Hissing out a breath, he cupped her breasts through her tank. They weren’t her best asset – at best she was a C-cup but more than likely only a B – but he seemed to enjoy them.

“Tell me,” she said, pushing his shorts and boxers down, “that you brought a condom?”

Bending, he picked his shorts back up. “More than one,” he said and held up a line of at least six.

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