Page 5 of 14 Night Tryst

“Thank you.” I say taking the seat and placing my notebook on the table while Logan takes the seat at the head of the table, right beside me and his knee brushes mine. Whether or not he intentionally did that, I couldn’t tell, because his facial expression remains unperturbed. I distract myself by opening my notebook and skimming over the questions while he leans back into his chair, his right hand stroking his bearded jaw, watching me closely.

I’m fully aware that he’s watching me, and so is my body. Little by little that all too familiar heat between my legs begins to travel up my groin, swelling and warming my belly which tightens under his gaze.

While I’m sifting through my thoughts, there’s a knock at the door before it opens. I don’t need to look back to know it’s his assistant Emily, because I can hear the heels of her stilettos clicking on the marble tiles of his office. “Skinny hazelnut latte with extra foam.” She says setting down a plastic coffee cup on the table beside my notepad. I peer up at her dumbfounded for a moment. Logan’s lip curls when I look at him and I couldn’t fight the smile or blush growing in my cheeks.

Damn, he sure knows how to make me blush like a fourteen-year-old girl.

And of course, he remembers how I like my coffee.

“Thank you.” Emily nods curtly while she sets another cup of coffee in front of Logan—black Americano no doubt—before she turns on her heel and walks back out of the office leaving us alone.

“So,” Logan voices once the door clicks shut, leaning forward he sets his hands atop of the glass table and laces them, his eyes still on me. “Shall we begin?”

I nod, “Um, yes, I have a couple of options for venues that I think you’ll like and a couple of sample menus for you to peruse,” I take the menus out of the black folder I brought with me and slide out the photos of restaurants and the menus over to him. “This venue here is a 360 panoramic restaurant based in the city center, it’s on top of a hotel overlooking the city. They offer a six-course menu and it’s got a stunning terrace that you can exclusively use to have some pre-drinks.” I explain and lift my eyes to look at him while he flicks through the pages, his eyes skating across every page, biting his lower lip contemplatively. “They predominantly offer traditional Turkish cuisine but are happy to cater to your clients’ needs should they prefer to eat something they’re more accustomed to. They have some nice seafood options on the next page.”

Placing my elbow on the table, I rest my chin in my hand and silently admire him. Logan looks up, catching me watching him. Our eyes interlock and I should have probably averted my gaze, but when he doesn’t break eye contact, neither do I.

“Um, the other option—which is my favorite if you’re looking to experience the history of Istanbul…” I can’t take it anymore; my insides are twisting tighter with every second I hold his gaze, so I lower them to look at the photo of the restaurant sitting between us. “This restaurant is stunning; it’s located in the famous palace. You also have more options for food, they offer ottoman and byzantine cuisines which I think is incredibly urbane.” I explain and Logan smiles nodding his head in agreement. “A delicious taste of history in one of the city’s most remarkable heritages. It will certainly be a memorable experience for your investors.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” he approves, shifting forward in his seat. “I’m impressed Savannah, though I always knew you would put together something spectacular and I’m pleased I was right.”

My cheeks heat in response to his affirmation, his words cause my heart to swell inside my chest. What I really want is to push him back into that chair, straddle those thick, muscular thighs and depict my gratitude using my tongue until he’s wild with the taste of me.

“I’m pleased you think so, but please, hold back on the praise until the dinner is over. There’s still a good chance this whole thing could go horribly wrong.” Logan chuckles and shakes his head.

“Stop it,” he drawls, smiling at me handsomely, those silver eyes of his gleaming while he regards me. “You’re an incredibly talented young woman, Savannah. You need to have a little more confidence in yourself, you’re great at what you do.”

No, what I need is to crawl on this table, spread my legs in front of you and beg you to feast on me until I’m incapable of remembering my own name.

Jesus, what is wrong with me?

I take a long sip of my coffee to distract myself, but a low sensuous moan inadvertently emits from me the moment the smooth warm liquid of my coffee and the taste of hazelnut touches my tongue.

Logan’s eyes narrow at the corners, and he continues to observe me while I shrink behind the latte glass as I take a slow sip of my coffee before pulling the glass back and licking the froth off my lips.

“Thank you,” Logan nods once, and drags his tongue along his lower lip, eyes still fixed on mine as though he wants to say something but is fighting to hold it back. “I uhm, I want you to know that I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity, you know, despite the circumstances.” I state earnestly and Logan laces his hands together and lowers his gaze to look at them.

“To be honest I’m not entirely sure how smart this is, but I need the best and…” his eyes lift to meet mine, “I trust you Savi, and that’s not something that comes easy to me.”

Don’t melt, don’t melt, don’t fricking melt.

A moment passes between us where we say nothing, but our eyes are speaking volumes. “That’s a hell of a pedestal you’ve got me on. I better get to work to ensure I deliver an unforgettable dinner, so I don’t fall on my ass and risk disappointing you.” I say and we share a smile. I push my chair back and stand before I start gathering the photos and papers on the table. Logan stands also, and I inwardly instruct myself to not look up at him, but of course that lasts all of two seconds before my eyes flit up to his.

“I’m merely stating the truth, Wildfire.” Logan states aloofly, pushing his large hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“Careful Mr. Peirce, you’ll give me a big head if you keep that up.” I tease, peering up at him through my long lashes as I fasten the zipper to the black folder holding my notes and photos. Logan chuckles amused and nods while I stand before him, soaking up the deep sexy sound that resonates right through me.

I miss that sound. I miss the manner of which the deep timbres of his carnal moans would vibrate through me as he feathered hot kisses down my throat. Whilst I’m momentarily side-tracked with my lecherous thoughts, Logan takes a step closer to me. “Thank you for my gift.” I suddenly blurt out in a panic.

Oh, you idiot.

I want to slap myself hard upside the head the instant those damned words leave my mouth. Way to make things awkward Savannah. I just thanked myex-boyfriend’s dadfor the rose vibrator he bought for me. The vibrator I’ve been shamelessly using every night while I fantasize about him watching me pleasure myself while moaning his name until I’m delirious with gratification.

Let me clarify.

Before everything went to shit for us, Logan told me he left a gift for me on my bed. That gift was a rose shaped vibrator and soft, black bondage rope. The vibrator is out of this world, it sucks your clit until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and your quavering soul—in those very short but blissful seconds—departs your body.

Logan cocks his head to the right a touch and smirks taking another step toward me, “Thatgiftwas intended for me, Wildfire,” he elucidates, licking his soft full lips with intent. “It was purchased with the intention to spend the night teasing you until you were wild with need and begging for me to use your tight little body in any way that I pleased.”

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