Page 46 of Blind Date with the Boss

Somehow Logan found the strength to break the kiss. Sally’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark and roused. Touching a finger to her lips, he whispered, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. I gave you my word.’

Her chin lifted and her eyes were a clear blue challenge. ‘Please don’t send me away, Logan.’

‘Oh, Sally.’ He drew her against him, pressing a kiss into her glorious, sun-bright curls. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

‘I thought you were doing just fine.’

He groaned softly, knew that he’d lost this particular battle. ‘Not here.’

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

‘WHERE are we going?’ Sally asked as the BMW purred through the forest of skyscrapers in Sydney’s CBD.

‘My place.’

Logan’s quiet answer sent a jolt through her that almost launched her out of her seat.

‘Is that okay?’ he asked, shooting her an anxious sideways glance.

‘Yes. Absolutely.’ Her voice was surprisingly calm and confident considering that Logan Black was taking her home, almost certainly to make love to her. She closed her eyes as the impact of this washed over her, bringing wave after wave of shivery excitement.

It was so hard to believe this was actually happening. But it felt right, perfectly right. The whole “boss” façade had fallen away this evening and Sally had seen a man facing his greatest fear.

Even if she hadn’t already been totally smitten by his good looks, or touched by the way he’d tried so earnestly to learn to dance, and with the way he bought white roses for his grandmother, and a thousand other sweet things about him, she would have fallen head over heels tonight.

Tonight, she’d looked into his eyes and she’d seen his soul stripped bare. His vulnerability had given her new courage. She longed to offer him comfort, support, strength, humour –whatever he needed. Everything she had. Heart and body and soul.

He turned off the street and drove into the ground floor garage of a tall apartment block, a pillar of glass and steel. A flurry of nervous excitement rose from Sally’s stomach to her throat. Logan turned to her and smiled, gorgeously, and she took a deep breath.

‘Let me guess,’ she said. ‘You live on the top floor.’

‘I do. I hope you’re not afraid of heights.’

‘I’m absolutely terrified of them.’

About to get out of the car, he hesitated and looked concerned.

Sally grinned. ‘Only joking.’

‘Minx. I’ll bet you climbed all the tallest gum trees when you were a kid.’ Reaching out, he pretended to cuff her cheek, then he leapt out of the car and Sally quickly opened her door.

As they walked to the lift, Logan took her hand and she could feel the warmth of him running through her like a current.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled. ‘You OK?’

Her only reply was to squeezehishand.

They were alone in the lift as it climbed upwards and he drew her to him and kissed her cheek. Floating on a cloud of desire, she turned in his arms, lifted her lips for another kiss and Logan obliged with enchanting slowness.

‘Now that we’re being honest with each other, I can tell you that’s been a recent fantasy of mine,’ she murmured against his jaw.

‘To be kissed in the lift?’

‘To be kissed by mybossin the lift.’

He chuckled. The lift doors slid open and they stepped out. Sally’s heart drummed as Logan swiped a plastic tag over a keypad and the door to his penthouse opened.

It was like stepping into a movie set. Logan’s open plan penthouse was stunning with acres of glowing timber flooring, modern Scandi-style furniture and sleekly minimalist kitchen fittings. Discreet mood lighting and walls of glass revealed the magic of inner Sydney’s nightscape.

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