Page 4 of 14 Night Tryst

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“You’ve got this Savi,just breathe.” I rub my clammy hands against my skirt while I watch Logan’s retreating back walk toward his office. Reaching for the glass of water sitting beside my notebook I take a greedy gulp and swallow to moisten the dryness of my throat and exhale slowly.

I’ve not seen or heard from Logan since that night at his ex-wife’s birthday party. Forty-eight hours and twenty-eight minutes to be precise. I lost count how many times I typed out a text to him then chickened out and deleted it.

What would I even say to him?

God, this really sucks cow balls.

I stare at the open notebook in front of me with the questions and details of the get together that I’m planning for him in Istanbul, if I can quieten the voice in my head that is.

He’s just a client,albeit a very handsome client, but a client nonetheless.

I found a couple of venues I need to run by him and discuss the sample menus for the dinner.

A client who you spent over an hour masturbating over last night.

And the guest list, I need to finalize the guest list.

“Miss West?” I start out of my thoughts when I hear my name being called. Lifting my eyes from the notebook I look at the beautiful raven-haired woman standing before me. Logan’s assistant.

Jesus, she looks like a runway model, lean frame, long, tan legs that go on forever, a busty chest—D cups for sure and a pretty face to finish off the perfect package.

It maddens me that the first thought that pops into my head is if she’s had a taste of him too. Has he taken her on his desk in the explicit manner he vowed he would me?

I’m immediately envious of her, not because of the way she looks, but because she can live out every one of my fantasies and give him anything he desires without any hindrances or consequences. A future, possibly a family—unlike me, who is now completely off limits to him.

“Mr. Peirce is waiting for you in his office.” Damn, even her voice is attractive… all sensuous and provocative.

“Thank you.” I force out and quickly gather my things and stand from the table. My knees wobble and I curse the decision to wear heels as soon as I stand and take that first step.

Last thing I need is to face plant the floor as soon as I step into his office and see him. I follow his assistant through the bustling open plan office, smiling at people who walk past me and politely smile in greeting.

We reach his office, and I stare at the large grey door with his name engraved in it.Logan Peirce, CEO.

My heart is fluttering in my chest, the wings of the butterflies in my stomach tickling my insides as the door swings open and I see him standing by the floor to ceiling window, swathed in a luxury dark grey suit. My eyes travel down the length of him, his broad shoulders relaxed while he stands staring out the window at the city stretched out before him, his hands in his pockets.

Every bit of air rushes out of my lungs as soon as I step into his office and the smell of his spicy and musky aftershave surrounds me. I’m craving his touch, his kiss, his taste all at once.

The door clicks shut behind me and I swallow against the aridity of my throat before I speak. “Mr. Peirce,” I try to keep my voice soft and sensual; his name flows past my lips like liquid silk.

Logan slowly turns upon hearing me, those startling grey eyes of his catch my breath and for a second I forget to breathe— especially when his jaw tenses and his gaze rakes over my body.

I listened to the girls and dressed a little extra sexy to beguile him and it seems its worked because he swallows, his Adams apple rising and falling in his throat as he drags his eyes up to meet mine. “Miss West.”

Logan takes a step to stand beside his desk, watching me closely. My mouth waters at the mere sight of him standing before me all broad and commanding. This may be a tad dramatic, but I want to fall to a heap on the floor and cry, he’s so fucking beautiful, it’s unjust.

Stop staring at him and speak!

I blink, breaking eye contact and hold up the black folder I’m holding and smile. “Your assistant said you were busy all morning, but I wanted to run a couple of things by you, I won’t take up too much of your ti—”

“I cancelled my meetings,” he interjects and takes another step toward me, licking his lips, his eyes thinning at the corners.

Surprised, I look up at him, lips parted. “Oh.”

“I asked Emily to free up my morning so there’s no rush,Miss West. Shall we sit?” Logan drawls and gestures with his hand to the twelve-foot teak root conference table with a glass top to the right of his office with twelve leather chairs surrounding it. I nod and smile before I saunter over to the table, Logan following closely. I make sure to add a little extra sway to my hips as I move, knowing full well he’ll be watching my ass as I walk.

We may be prohibited from fucking, but no one said we couldn’t innocently tease and flirt with one another. Being the gentleman that he is, Logan reaches around me and pulls the chair out for me to sit.

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