Page 18 of Sin Bin

“You don’t know that. Anyway, I have to use the bathroom.”

“Go ahead.” His eyes glinted. “I’ll wait for you.”

Her knees went weak. “You don’t have to—”

“I haven’t seen you in fifteen years, Jupiter. I don’t mind waiting another five minutes to spend some time with you.”

Oh God, she thought as a melting warmth spread through her limbs and curled in her tummy. To mask her reaction, she gave him a teasing look of challenge. “How do you know it’ll only take me five minutes in the bathroom?”

His full lips twitched up into a half grin. Then he moved away from her to lean back against the wall, folding his arms across his massive chest. For the first time she saw that his other hand was covered with tattoos. The contrast between the badass ink and his custom suit was insanely sexy. She normally wasn’t attracted to tatted-up guys. But Logan’s bad boy hotness had every hormone in her body zapping to life.

“Go do your business,” he said in a lazy drawl. “I’ll be waiting.”

His words made her shiver.

She unglued her feet from the floor and headed off in the direction of the bathroom. She could feel the heat of Logan’s gaze on her back. The thought of him checking out her butt brought a warm flush to her face. She quickened her stride, practically sprinting down the corridor.

The ladies’ room was empty so she had her pick of vacant stalls. She slipped into the third one and quickly emptied her bladder, then flushed the toilet and stepped out.

As she washed her hands at the sink, she studied herself in the mirror. Large amber eyes peered back at her from behind black cat-eyed glasses. Her dark hair was swept back in a high ponytail, a classic low-maintenance style. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, just a few swipes of mascara and nude lip gloss.

At the bottom of her handbag was a tube of red lipstick she’d bought on a whim and worn only once. As she stared at her reflection, she wondered if she should put on the more daring lip color. It would make her face pop. And maybe she could let her hair down to look…what? Prettier? Sexier?

For who? Logan?

Her pulse trip-hammered at the mental image of him leaning against that wall. Waiting for her.

She shook her head at her reflection. Don’t. Even. Go. There.

Logan Brassard was trouble and she’d had enough trouble in her life. She would be crazy to go looking for more.

When she came out of the bathroom, she found him in the same spot she’d left him. But he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by a group of fawning girls decked out in his jersey. They were giggling and simpering as he signed autographs with that tattooed hand of his. The man had heartbreaker written all over him.

As Meadow watched, one of the girls tugged her jersey down to expose her lace-covered cleavage. Tossing her blond hair back, she thrust her chest out and boldly asked Logan to sign her breast. Without batting an eye, he grinned and leaned down to scrawl his signature across the top of her boob. The other girls burst into high-pitched squeals and giggles, practically swooning at his feet.

So the rumors about him were true. He was a player.

When he finished signing the blonde’s boob, she did an excited little shimmy and leaned up to kiss his cheek. Meadow was mid eye roll when Logan glanced over and saw her approaching.

He winked.

She ignored him, sidestepping the horde of groupies as she headed back to the party.

“Hey, wait up,” Logan called after her.

She kept walking.

He left his simpering fangirls and caught up with her. “Let’s get out of here.”

Her belly did an Olympics-worthy backflip. “I told you I’m in the middle of an interview.”

“I can get you off the hook.”

“Who says I want you—”

“C’mon.” He grabbed her hand, tugging her along behind him.

“Logan, wait!” She struggled to keep up with his ground-eating strides even as the heat of his massive palm made her weak in the knees.

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