Page 51 of Tell Me Lies

Logan: Did you forget that I’m a professional athlete? I can do things like message Morgan Wallen.

I drop my head down, thinking for a second. I guess I forgot that men like Logan and Walker are also celebrities, just like Morgan Wallen, but on a smaller and different scale. Of course, he could contact Morgan Wallen if he really wanted to.

Me: So, you ruined my shot at being Morgan Wallen’s savior?

Logan: I did. And I regret absolutely nothing.

Logan: You can look if you must. But when you close your eyes tonight and slide that hand down between your legs, it’d best be my face and my cock you’re thinking about, Boston.

Me: Yes, sir.

I type the words as a joke, but of course, Logan doesn’t take them that way.

Logan: I like the sound of that. I might fuck my hand in the shower later, thinking about those two words.

Logan: Gotta go. Interview is starting. Remember, he can’t make you come the way I do.

Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I notice Poppy and Tessa watching me carefully. I didn’t even realize they had come into the room.

“So … you’re totally sleeping with the kid’s dad,” Tessa says with a level of shock in her voice, mixed with amusement. “Hell … freaking … yes.”

My sister has always lived closer to the edge than I do. She’s more fun; she’s been known to have a one-night stand or two when she goes out. She can attend a concert and dance without even drinking a drop of alcohol, unlike me. To her, me sleeping with Amelia’s dad is out of character.

And yet she’s smiling.

“O-M-G, you dirty little whore,” Poppy chimes. “This is totally why we haven’t hung out, isn’t it? You’re busy riding Logan’s—”

“Don’t even say it,” I stop her. “And, no, I am not!” I lie through my teeth, unsure of what to do.

I know my face is turning redder with each passing second, and these two are totally going to know I’m lying.

“I can’t even believe this.” Tessa plops down on the barstool. “My sister is banging debatably the hottest NHL player. Well, he’s right up there with Brody O’Brien.”

“Um … fuck you. My husband is the hottest.” Poppy gives her the middle finger before smiling. “Also, you forgot Cam Hardy.”

“Well, duh. But I’m not about to say that in front of his wife.” Tessa fans herself. “And yes to Cam Hardy. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.” She leans forward before slapping her palm on the counter. “Okay, back to business. You’re totally having sex with Logan.You can lie, but I know you, sis.” She smiles at me. “I’m really happy for you. You deserve this.”

“Hell yes, she does. It had been too long.” Poppy grabs a seltzer water from the fridge and cracks it open. “Drink up, bitches. My pregnant ass can drive y’all around.”

“When did it start anyway?” Tessa asks, her eyes sparkling. “And more importantly, how?”

I don’t really want to dive into the full details because it feels disrespectful to Logan. But then again, I know Logan. And he wouldn’t care.

“I’ll put it this way, I’ve been … struggling with the spicy scenes in my book.” I take a seat next to Tessa before taking a sip of my drink. “Or Iwasstruggling. And, yeah … he helped me out. No biggie.” I shrug.

I continue chugging my drink, not missing the fact that both of their mouths are hanging open like they are trying to catch some flies.

“Oh my fucking Gawwwwwd!” Tessa squeals, kicking her feet. “Are you kidding me? Are youkiddingme?”

“So … if inquiring minds want to know how dirty Maci McKenzie and Logan Sterns can be, we can just pick up your next book.” Poppy gives me a suspicious look that’s laced with amusement. “Is that what you’re saying?”

“I am not telling you nosy bitches the title or when it releases,” I utter, finishing my drink, just for Poppy to open the refrigerator and pass me another.

She clearly wants to get me liquored up to spill mydirty, hot sex with Logan Sternssecrets.

Deciding to steer the conversation in a different direction, I hold my drink up. Tessa puts hers beside it, and Poppy joins with her seltzer water.

“Now, cheers to Morgan Wallen. Let’s go have a fun night, ladies.”

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