Page 37 of Bloom: Part 1

“Bloom, are you coming or not?”

Dammit, where was Jamie to tell me what to do next? He’d only talked to me about getting Logan’s attention, not what to do after I had said attention on me.

“Why should I go with you? The last time I saw you, you said you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“I’m this close to spanking you.” Logan held up his thumb and forefinger with barely any space between them. “Let’s go.”

“All right. I’m coming.” I hopped off the chair, and my bad leg folded from beneath me. Logan caught me. The anger on his face dissipated, replaced by concern. “You’re favoring your leg.Did you aggravate the wound?” He touched the area gently, then pulled his hand back. “You’re bleeding.”

I grimaced, leaning forward to rest my forehead on his chest. “I think I popped the stitches tonight, dancing with that jerk.”

“If he’s a jerk, why did you dance with him?” Logan hoisted me up in his arms carefully.

I stiffened. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you to my car. What do you think?”

“It’s…”

“It’s what?”

Mortifying to be carried like a damsel in distress. But I didn’t want him to let me go, so I put a sock in it and held on to him. Logan didn’t return to the room where the hospital event was happening but strode across the lobby, not sparing anyone a glance.

The doorman opened the door for us. “Good night, Dr. Collier.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment and carried me into the cool night air. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Why did you dance with Price if he’s such a jerk?”

“Jamie said if you cared about me, it would make you jealous.”

“I knew it,” he whispered. “What did you do? Run to Jamie for help?”

“I didn’t! He offered to help me because he knows how I feel about you.”

“Well, I hope it was worth it. Reopening your wound just to drive me up the wall watching you dance with Price.”

I touched the side of Logan’s face and threaded my fingers through his hair. “You mean it worked? You were jealous over me?” He kept silent, but that was all the answer I needed. I tightened my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re not the only one frustrated by this, you know.”

“What do you mean?” He stopped at a sleek black sedan and gently placed me on my feet.

“Ask me to kill a man, and I can do it with my bare hands.”

“Bloom, that’s not something you should tell me.”

“I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do anyway.” I heaved a heavy sigh. “That’s what I mean. I wish I could turn this all off and walk away. You think I ever thought one day I’d be ass up for any man? I’d stick a man with a knife before he puts his cock inside me. I’d bite it off before sucking on it willingly, but why am I not repulsed when I think of taking you into my mouth? Why do I think about pleasing you in bed so you never look at anyone else but me?”

The lock of the car released, but Logan didn’t move. “Is that why I overheard you making plans with that son of a bitch to have him fuck you? What are you grinning about?”

I pushed myself up to full height and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I wasn’t actually going to sleep with him. You never have to worry about that. If it’s not you, I’ll die a virgin.”

“Bloom—”

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