Page 23 of 14 Night Tryst

“Say less, you had me at cocktail.”

Logan chuckles, shaking his head in amusement whilst he pushes his chair back and stands. It’s quite late, it seems Logan and I lost track of time talking and thankfully the restaurant is near enough empty aside from the two couples sitting on the opposite end of the restaurant, much like Logan and I were moments ago, lost in whatever they’re talking about.

When I hesitate to stand Logan gives me a quizzical look. “What if I’ve stained my dress?” I tell him in a hushed tone, my eyes nervously darting across the restaurant to ensure no one is within earshot to hear me. Every time I saw our waiter and our eyes met across the room, my cheeks burned with mortification. I do wonder if he went and told all his colleagues what I had done. Christ, they must think I’m a real slut. Logan’s gaze sweeps over me before he shrugs his jacket off and holds it open for me.

Grateful, I stand and allow him to help me put the jacket on. Fortunately, it’s big enough on me that it covers my backside, so if I did have a stain, no one would see it. Logan laces his fingers with mine and we walk hand in hand toward the exit.

“Mr. Peirce, how was everything?” Serhat suddenly appears before us and alongside him is the waiter that served us. “I hope everything was to your satisfaction?” his brown eyes briefly shift to me when he utters the wordsatisfaction. Does his tone hold a suggestive edge or is it just me being paranoid?

“Fantastic as always, be sure to pass on our compliments to the chefs.” Logan answers, taking Serhat’s extended hand and shaking it firmly. “You’ll add the bill to my tab?”

Serhat shakes his head and smiles politely. “Already taken care of.”

I can feel the waiter staring at me from the corner of my eye, those dark brown eyes like laser beams piercing through my temple. As hard as I try to squash the urge to look at him, I fail and look at him. I thought he would look away, but he doesn’t, and neither do I, not even when a telling smirk appears on his face.

Everything inside is screaming for me to break eye contact, but I don’t cower away. In fact, why should I give a rat’s ass what this guy thinks of me? When the truth is the moment I step out of this restaurant, he will cease to exist to me. Though, I can’t say the same for him. The promiscuous part of me deep down is hoping that he will remember me, and the way I look as I climax every time that he goes to serve another patron at that very table.

Feeling brazen, I flash him a cocky grin just as Logan finishes his conversation with Serhat and leads me out of the restaurant back toward the small boat waiting to take us back.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Sorry, what?

I blink and slowly turn my quizzical gaze to look up at Logan when he draws me against his chest. “Who?” I follow Logan’s gaze toward the restaurant door where I see the waiter watching me,very openlyI might add. That’s rather bold of him, to be so openly ogling me when it’s clear I’m with someone.

Are you, though?

Fark me, shut up!

I can’t gauge Logan’s expression. If he’s angry about it, he’s doing a grand job of acting like he doesn’t care that another man is practically eye-fucking me right in front of him— if anything I’m inclined to believe he’s enjoying it and I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that.

“Well, that’s too bad for him because I want to spend the night being fucked by someone else.” Logan smiles and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“And you will be,” he growls hoarsely, his lips inching close until they brush mine as he speaks. “But watching him want you so ardently knowing you’re all mine is so fucking arousing.” My legs wobble when he takes my bottom lip between his pearly white teeth and tugs gently, “I would love to see the look on his face while I spread you out right in front of him and suck that slick cunt of yours until you’re screaming my name.”

Holy mother of Moses.

The animated flutters of my vaginal walls at his assertion are all the verification I need to confirm that I indeeddohave a hidden kink for exhibitionism.

A raring one at that.

“Okay,you were not kidding when you said this place makes the best cocktails. That sir is not a cocktail; that is art!” Savi raves excitedly when the flaming cocktail is set in front of her. “That’s freaking insane, that literally looks like it’s snowing in the glass.” I laugh watching her lean over and inspect the milk slowly breakdown and float to the bottom giving the illusion of it snowing.

“Careful, Wildfire, you’ll burn your face.” Savi brushes off my comment with a wave of her hand and blows the flame out and takes a sip of her blue-sky cocktail through her straw.

“Mm,” she moans, hazel eyes wide with admiration. I love how her astonishment grows a little more with every cocktail she drinks. “Oh, that right there is heaven in a glass.” Chuckling I take a sip of my own dry martini.

I’m not one for fruity cocktails. Give me an old-fashioned or dirty Martini any day. The past hour I’ve been going over the ways I can start this dreaded conversation but every time I try the words just get lodged in my throat.

However much I’m not looking forward to it, this conversation needs to be had. I can’t put it off any longer, we only have three more days together and I’m already starting to develop feelings for her that I absolutely should not be feeling.

Probably not the best idea to have this conversation when we’ve both got a bottle of wine and two cocktails in us but alas the time has come and passing.

Come on Logan, you’re a grown ass man, you’ve got this.

“What?” Savi questions, smiling when she catches me watching her mouth while she nibbles suggestively on her straw.

Clearing my throat, I stir the olives in my glass while I mentally run through what it is I’m going to say to her without upsetting her and ruining not only the night but the rest of this trip. Clearing my throat, I force myself to look at her and the moment our eyes meet I almost cop out. “We’re both very much aware that there’s quite a lot left up in the air between us. There’s an elephant lingering in the room just waiting to be addressed and I think we should talk so we’re both in understanding of each other.” The light in Savi’s eyes dims and she stops mid-sip when the realization of what I’m referring to dawns upon her.

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