Page 45 of 14 Night Tryst

And, let me make it known that I would never allow anyone to touch someone I care about if I didn’t trust them completely, and I trust Toby like I would a brother, so I reached out to him, and he didn’t even question it and told me to send him the details of when and where and he would be there with bells on.

I chuckle and shake my head thinking back to our conversation.

Fucking randy asshole. I better give him a call.

Picking up my cellphone I dial his number. “Logan, I know you’re eager to get all up in this tight ass dude, but fuck, I’ll be with you soon.” I laugh heartily, rocking back and forth on my chair.

“Not even in your wettest dreams, asshole…”

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SAVI

“Savannah, do you know where I can find the name cards. Naomi said she gave them to you?” Placing the floral centerpiece on the table I sigh and turn to face the waitress whose name I cannot remember for the life of me. Lauren? Lisa?

I pick up the light blue envelope sitting in the center of the table round and hold it up. “The name cards are in these envelopes, there is one on each table. I have arranged them by seat order so please don’t muddle them up when you’re putting them out.”

She smiles and nods before she scampers off.

“Savannah!”Fucking Christ.

I exhale through my nose and count to ten to keep from screaming at the next person that calls my name. It has been non-stop the last two hours, so much so that I can’t even focus on the things I have to do with all these interruptions—and knowing Logan is in the house has put me even more on edge. My eyes scan the vicinity every five seconds in search of him and it’s really making it difficult to focus.

Especially with how good he looked in that dark grey suit and black shirt. I’ve been looking for excuses to go up to the second floor and ‘accidentally’ bump into him, but I’m too chicken shit to actually face him.

Suzan—in true Suzan Delatour fashion—has fucked off and left me to deal with all this shit to go and get herself glammed up for the evening. It’s now three o’clock and I’m running behind which means I won’t have time to go home and get ready myself, so I call Hannah to ask her if she can drop my stuff off to me so I can at least get ready here, but she’s not answering her phone.

I’m in desperate need of some peace for five minutes, so I take my large can of red bull and walk upstairs where no one will bother me, because they’re not permitted to go upstairs… technically neither am I, but I highly doubt Logan would mind considering I was here less than twelve hours ago getting railed by him.

My five minutes of peace lasts only three when I hear my name being called once again. Only this time, it’s not aggravation that fills me, it’s apprehension and nervousness. “Savi?” I lift my head where it’s buried in my hands and look up and see the man responsible for my turmoil. “You alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t be up here, but I just needed five minutes.” Logan’s eyes narrow and he licks his lips as he looks around to make sure we are alone.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Wildfire.” Logan asserts, perching down in front of me. “Youare more than welcome to wander as you please.”

I smile faintly in appreciation. This whole time, I thought he was home, but it turns out he was out. He’s now changed out of the suit into a black tee and black jeans with boots and a leather jacket.

Have I mentioned how good he looks in black?Jesus. I notice something at the base of his neck and reach over to pull the neckline to his shirt down so I can see clearer. I gasp when I notice the blood. “What happened to your neck?”

Logan smiles and curls his fingers around my wrist, stopping me. “It’s nothing.”

I scowl at him, “What do you mean it’s nothing, you’rebleeding, Logan?” I whisper furiously and his smile broadens, he doesn’t let go of his hold on my wrist, instead his thumb brushes over the pulse point making my heart rate spike.

“Come here.” He pulls me up to my feet and I follow him in the direction of his bedroom. I’m hit with so many emotions just walking in there that it catches my breath for a moment. Logan closes the door and turns to look at me. He stares into my eyes as he inches closer, and I stare back.

“I’m fine, I just got a tattoo.” I blink up at him and my eyes veer over to the base of his neck again as he shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on his bed.

“Oh.” That’s where he disappeared to. Logan takes another step toward me, and I crane my neck to look up at him.

“Go ahead, take a look.” I fist my hands by my sides, suddenly terrified to touch him. Noticing my hesitancy Logan reaches up, grabs hold of his shirt at the nape and tugs it off. My mouth goes bone dry at the sight of him topless before me while I watch him closely as he slowly peels off the saran wrap.

“When I got up this morning and went to brush my teeth, I noticed a red mark on my neck and realized it was a stain from your lipstick where you kissed me.” I look down at his neck and stare at the tattoo, the back of my eyelids start to prickle when I realize he’s gone and gotten a tattoo ofmy lipsat the base of his neck. The tattoo is literally a perfect replica of the shape of my lips, shaded in a crimson red.

“You…” I look up at him again. “Is that my…” Logan nods and takes hold of my chin, his eyes staring into mine.

“Your lips?” he finishes for me. “Yes, right down to the last curve,” he adds dragging his thumb lightly over my lower lip. “You always kiss me in that same spot after I come, and it drove me crazy.”

I did favor that spot on his neck, because every time I kissed him there, he would let out a deep guttural groan that I couldn’t get enough of. I gape at him in a stupor, still in absolute shock that he would do something so absurdly romantic for me. “Logan, I can’t believe you did this.”

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