Page 239 of Sin Bin

“Not the breakup part—”

“Right. Because you don’t date.”

“I didn’t before.” He gestured to the space between them. “This is very much a date. And you are very much my woman.”

Heat washed into her belly. Ignoring the sensation, she picked up her wine, tapping her manicured fingernail against the glass as she studied him in the flickering candlelight.

“So you’ve had women curse you out and throw things when you told them they were only a one-night stand?”

“I have, unfortunately.” He watched her face intently. “Does that bother you?”

She forced a shrug. “Why would it bother me?”

He just looked at her.

She sipped her wine and looked around at the glittering city lights. “I can’t get over this view. It’s—”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She returned her gaze to Logan’s. His eyes were dark as molasses, trapping her in their probing depths.

“What’s on your mind?” he murmured.

She lowered her glass to the table, twisting the stem between her fingers. “I guess I don’t like thinking of you with other women. I hate it, actually.”

When his eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, the words came tumbling out. “I hate the way women fawn over you and throw themselves at you. I hate that there are a crap ton of social media pages devoted to worshipping you and your big dick. And don’t even get me started on that blasted Under Armour commercial. Today at the food court, Aunt Rosalie and I sat near a table of girls who were watching your commercial on their phones. You should have heard the X-rated things they were saying about you, Logan. They couldn’t have been older than twelve!” she exclaimed in outrage. “It was disturbing and infuriating, and I’m embarrassed to admit that I wanted to strangle a bunch of tweens for lusting after my boyfriend. Honestly, I’ve never in my life felt so freaking possessive over a guy. I absolutely hate it, but I can’t help the way I feel.”

In the ensuing silence, Logan stared at her as if he’d never seen her before.

Mortified by her verbal diarrhea, she tossed back the rest of her wine and set the empty glass down with a sharp clink.

A slow smile lifted the corners of Logan’s mouth.

“It’s not funny,” she snapped.

“I’m not laughing,” he insisted, even as his eyes sparkled with laughter. “Believe me, baby, I understand exactly where you’re coming from.”

“Oh, please,” she snorted. “How could you possibly understand? I’m not a famous sex symbol with millions of guys jerking off to my picture—”

His brows slammed together, all traces of amusement gone. “Please don’t put that thought in my head,” he growled. “You already know how I feel about guys checking you out. It makes me fucking homicidal. Speaking of which, have you heard from the professor again?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Liar.”

She both hated and loved the fact that Logan could read her so well. Right now she mostly hated it. “He called this morning,” she reluctantly admitted.

Logan’s eyes narrowed with displeasure. “What did he want?”

“He wanted to know why I’d been ignoring his calls and texts.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told him the truth. That you and I are dating now.”

Logan’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. “How did he take it?”

She sighed. “Not very well.”

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