Page 36 of Bloom: Part 1

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

Something about the way he was staring at me… was the way I wanted Logan to see me. Was this guy interested in me? Only one way to find out. I downed the drink for courage and raised my chin. “What would you say if I asked you to take me home with you tonight?”

“Well, I couldn’t.”

Damn. I’d misread another signal. Why was I terrible at this?

“Because my wife’s home, but I can take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“There’s a motel just down the street.” He checked his watch. “In fact, I get off in half an hour. Can you wait that long?” He refilled my drink without me asking. “It’s on the house.”

“Maybe. Tell me what you’d do to me first, so I’ll see if it’s worth it.”

His gaze shifted around us. He leaned in closer so inches separated us. “Depends. Are you a bottom or a top?”

I bit the insides of my cheeks. If Logan had asked, I would have said bottom in a heartbeat, but I couldn’t see me spreading myself open for this asshole.

“What answer are you looking for?”

“Maybe we can flip-fuck. With the old lady home, it’s been a while since someone fucked me, but I wouldn’t want to miss the chance to get off on your ass either. You’re too pretty.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Too bad you’ll have no option but to miss it.”

I snapped my head around, and my chest swelled. “Logan? What are you doing here?”

He scowled, his piercing eyes filled with a rage I’d never seen, but it wasn’t directed at me. He was glaring at the bartender.

Interesting.

Fucking hell. Could Jamie have been right? Maybe he did know a thing or two after all.

“Is it a habit of yours to ply someone who’s not old enough to drink with liquor and then take liberties with them?” Logan growled at the bartender. “Your manager will hear from me.” He placed a hand on my arm. “Bloom, let’s go.”

Everything inside me was screaming to go with him, but I struggled against my instinct to do whatever he said. Why did he get to dictate the terms of our relationship? He acted like he cared about me, then pushed me away.

I shook off his hand. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Mike here and I were just talking about him rearranging my insides tonight.”

“My name isn’t—”

“Do you want to fuck me or not?” I blurted out before the bartender could jinx everything.

“I don’t know, man.” He eyed Logan uneasily. “This guy looks mad enough to beat me to a pulp. He your husband or something?”

Now, why did he have to put that image in my head? I liked the idea of being Logan’s husband way too much. Bloom Collier. I would finally have a last name.

“He’s just a doctor. What is he going to do to you?”

“I know every single bone in your body that I can break,” Logan said calmly. “And I can do it in a way that you won’t die or bleed out. You’d just wish you were dead.”

My mouth fell open, and my dick hardened. Whoa! Where had this side of him come from? I loved it. I wanted it. “Logan,” I moaned.

“Yeah, I’m not into whatever the hell this is.” The bartender walked away, foiling my plans.

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