Page 28 of A Dash of You

With the soap and water cascading down my skin, I fight like hell to not imagine Logan’s hands all over me, rubbing every part of my nakedness. And it’shissoap. That cedar fragrance. The smell that makes my insides flutter. Then he would tease me with his powerful hardness of his because my God, Loganis packing.

Logan

Sora. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and she was wet. Dripping wet in a see-through tank top. My mind won’t quit playing the scenes of her and that fucking hose. I fought the impulse to throw her over my shoulder, march her inside to hide her away from any possible prying eyes. I wanted to be the only one to see her like that.

How she tilted back, showing off her delicate neck while the water trickled down between her perfect breasts.

Jesus Christ.

And me with my fucking cock I couldn’t control.

I run my hand down my face, taking the lake water with it. I went for a run and then a swim. Nowadays, staying active has become an addictive distraction. For the sake of my sanity, I wish I ran an extra block.

I wonder what she’s doing at this very moment. Is she thinking of me like I’m constantly thinking of her? Is she still soaking wet? And did it even fucking matter?

I can’t place it. Can’t figure out what it is about this woman. Why she drives me so goddamn crazy. But she did. She’s intense. Mysterious. And my interest eats away at me like a disease. Onlyshe isn’t a disease, she’s my addiction. A powerful, crippling addiction.

But how? In just a matter of days, how can this woman have such a strong impact on me?

I want to peel back every layer Sora has, one by one, until I discover her demons. Because whatever they are, I’d destroy them.

That’s what she did to me.

Ten

It’s been a couple of days since I’ve last seen Logan. The last we spoke involved a hose, water, and a large, hard, man organ. Are we too embarrassed to even look at each other? Though after having time to calm down, whatever burning sensation eating me alive has diminished. An honest mistake, really. Laughable.

Only… I’m not laughing.

He’s packing serious hardware, and I felt it. He doesn’t need to be embarrassed. Honestly, he deserves to brag. It’s impressive. But a lot about Logan is impressive.

And there goes the hum of my vagina again. I’m only human. A woman drowning in lust. So, my reaction is completely valid.

Logan must have spent the night at the garage. Although I could have sworn he said the shop is being painted. But his truck has been gone every night since. Not that I paid attention. Not me missing his company on the balcony. Or the café, where I eagerly waited for him to show up so I could grab his usual, which apparently wasn’t his usual until itwas.

I’m not making any sense.

But I need to stop wondering why he’s been absent. The hammering thoughts are putting a damper on my day.

The café is closed on Sundays. A day of rest, per Shelby’s words. But resting for me involves checking emails she sent over to finish my employment process. My social calendar isn’t exactly full these days, so this is the extent of my excitement. It makes me worry, considering Jason monitored all my outgoing activity at the mansion.

I sit at the kitchen table and log in on one of Lana’s older phones she gave me. Is it risky? Yes. But did I have any knowledge of Jason tracking my activity? No.

The first unopened email is, in fact, the employment papers. Honestly, I’m surprised Shelby owned a computer because of the shop’s ancient technology. Unless she used the library’s, which is my guess.

Filling out the paperwork is simple except for the part of my last name. What name am I going to use? My maiden or married? Obviously, using either name will be an issue.

When scrolling through more, I come across an unfamiliar email. The address is unknown, and I haven’t got a clue who it can be. Probably spam. Or maybe not. My finger hovers over the name I did not recognize before I hit delete and log out.

If I pretend it doesn’t exist, it’ll go away. At least, I’d like to believe so.

Lana comes traipsing downstairs in a short, flowy sundress. Her long black hair waving down her back. “Get dressed because you’re coming with me to the opening of the summer festival.”

“I didn’t know there’s a festival happening.”

“Every year at this time, small vendors show up and they have like a Ferris wheel and everything. It’s basically an excuse to throw an event for summer.”

“Sounds fun. But I have nothing pretty like that to wear. I still need to go shopping for dresses.”

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