Page 6 of 14 Night Tryst

My mouth, throat, tongue all go bone dry. My jaw slackens and lips part while I stare up at him too stunned and most definitelyarousedto muster up a single syllable let alone a sentence to counter. Logan’s silver gaze lowers to my parted lips, and I swear to all that is good and pure I saw a flash of rampant desire fill them which causes my pussy to ache readily in response. “Have you used it?”

Oh heavens.

I feel heat rush from the back of my neck all the way to my cheeks, no doubt reddening like a tomato. I’m transfixed in his intent gaze, my brain temporarily malfunctions, unable to form words, so I opt for nodding. Logan inches closer and his aftershave wafts around me; my knees go weak. I press my palm to the table to steady myself, bracing for what lewd thing comes out of his mouth next.

The knock on the door interrupts what he was about to say, and the moment vanishes when he steps away from me taking his delicious scent and warmth with him.

“Come in.”

The door opens and his assistant walks in. “Sorry to interrupt Mr. Peirce, but your son is on the phone.”

And just like that, the air is sucked out of the room, and I feel my lungs burn when Logan’s eyes that were burning with such desire seconds ago glows with contrition. Cock-blocked by my ex. Wonderful.

“Please put him through.”

“I should…” I trail off gesturing to the door and Logan nods.

“Thank you, Miss West. I’m happy with everything so far. You can email me the final menus. Emily will forward you the details and itinerary for the trip,” he utters stonily as he walks over to his desk.

Ignoring the pinch in my chest at his icy tone I nod and walk to the door to his office. I tell myself not to look back at him as I follow his assistant out of his office.

Damn you, Trent Lang.

“Venice Ruby Tomkins,if you don’t stop throwing things out of my suitcase, I’m going to throttle you.” I grouse when Vee scoops up my outfits I just packed neatly into my suitcase and tosses them haphazardly onto my floor.

“I will, when you stop packing your granny outfits.” I fix her with a glare, and she shrugs unapologetically from her position on my bed. “Don’t look at me like that Bitty, what are you secretly running off to join a convent? What the hell is this?” she questions holding up my yellow plaid sweater.

I roll my eyes and nab the sweater off her. “This is actually very warm.” I chide holding up said sweater. “I’ve checked the weather and it’s chilly in Istanbul at night.” I justify as I fold it and place it neatly back in my suitcase only to have Venice toss it out again. “Seriously?!”

“Over my cold, dead body will I allow you to walk out of this house wearing that ugly ass sweater even my Grams wouldn’t be caught dead wearing, or any of these hideous outfits you have packed.” She explains avidly and looks at Hannah watching us both amusedly while eating a bowl of ramen noodles. “Stop shoveling that crap your gullet and back me up here, will you?”

Hannah chuckles as she swallows her mouthful and licks her lips after swallowing. “Sorry Bitty, but I’m with Vee on this one. I get its cold in Istanbul, but something tells me you’re deliberately packing unappealing outfits to maybe repel a certain sinfully attractive silver fox.” My shoulders drop and I groan.

“This right here…” Venice pipes up again holding up my dark blue, baggy boyfriend jeans. “Is absolutely a cock repellent. Why do you even own these clothes, each one is more unflattering than the last.”

“What am I supposed to do?” I huff, throwing my hands up in the air to illustrate my frustration. “Yes, I deliberately packed my most unflattering and unappealing outfits. The thought process behind it is that if I feel unattractive, I might not be tempted to… you know, jump his bones.”

Hannah cackles and hands me a glass of chilled chardonnay. “Sweetie, if a man is attracted to you and wants to fuck you, it doesn’t matter what you wear. You can be sheathed in burlap, and he’ll still tear it off and have his wicked way with you. It’s what’s under the clothes that matter and clearly he’s very fond of what your mama gave you, girl.” Taking the glass of wine from Hannah I take a greedy sip and picture Logan tearing off my clothes with his teeth like a rampant animal eager to devour its prey.

Hm, I like that imagery.

Venice reaches over and takes the glass Hannah holds out to her and smiles at me deviously. “Why play it safe when playing dirty is so much more fun. Sav.”

I give her a deadpan look over the rim of my glass. “Betraying his only son is not fun for him, Vee.” I voice after swallowing my wine. “As much as I want to continue seeing him, it’s unethical. I don’t like the idea of him thinking about what Trent did to me while we’re you know…getting busy.”

“Fucking,” they both say in unison, and I sigh. “Use your big girl words, Savi.”

“Fuck off, both of you.”

“There she is!” Hannah giggles poking my sides and making me laugh. “We get why you’re hesitant Bitty and you’re right to be, but I’ve seen the way that man looks at you and as much as he will put his all into fighting off his urges to resist you, he will inevitably at some point during this trip bend you over and give that honey pot of yours a good and firm seeing to.” I chew on my lip contemplatively. Perhaps a couple of appealing outfits won’t hurt. It is a business trip, and I am representing him and my boss after all. It’s too late for shopping, our flight is tomorrow morning at ten.

“I might need to borrow some of your clothes.” I say to them both and they squeal excitedly and jump up off my bed and proceed to drag me out of my bedroom toward Hannah’s down the hall.

I truly hope I don’t regret this.

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The following morning,I’m up and in the shower by six. Sleep hasn’t been a friend to me the last couple of days. I’ve been restless, tossing and turning in bed pleading with my brain to shut up so I can get some much-needed sleep and as a result I look like crap. Emily—Logan’s assistant—sent me the details via email shortly after I had left the office. I’m expecting a car to pick me up at eight thirty to take me to the airport.

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