Page 15 of One Night Seduction

“You can have whatever room you want.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You pick. I’m good with whatever.”

I shrug. “Me too.”

We just stand there, staring at each other for several seconds before he speaks.

“That one has a bathroom attached. You take that one.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“I insist,” he says.

“Why?” I question.

His eyes close, and he lets out a frustrated breath.

“Just take the fucking room.”

I lift my eyebrows in surprise, shaking my head and stepping into the room. Another exasperated breath escapes him before he follows me into the room, throwing the door shut behind him.

We stare at each other for several seconds, the silence almost deafening.

“I’m sorry. I just…why do you have to be so difficult?” he says on a heavy exhale.

“Why do you think you have any right to order me around like?—”

My words die on my tongue as Logan’s head tilts in curiosity, staring at me intently as he takes slow, measured steps towards me.

“Like what?” he asks.

For a moment, I lose my nerve. Why, though? Rolling back my shoulders, I lift my head a little higher as I stare at those chocolate brown eyes with enough contempt as I can muster.

“Like you’re in charge, like I have to bend to your every whim. Like...”

This time, I let my words hang between us, because too many words and thoughts are flickering through my head. Ones that I have no right to be thinking. Ones that I don’t want to be thinking.

“Finish that sentence. I dare you,” he challenges, a trace of mirth swirling in his eyes. Is he enjoying this? Does he think this is cute or fun? Spoiler alert: it definitely isn’t.

I stay silent, my eyes flicking back and forth between his for several seconds before I lower my tone.

“What are you doing here?”

He lifts his shoulders. “I was invited.”

I roll my eyes, backing away from him and creating much needed distance.

“Oh, please! You’ve been invited for years. Why have you suddenly changed your mind?”

Logan stares at me for several seconds before slipping his hands into his pockets.

“You’re a brilliant woman, Arianna. I think you know.”

My head rears back, completely blown away by his audacity.

“You’re…disgusting! Are you fucking serious? You were married to my mother,” I whisper, though it’s coming out more like a shout.

“I know,” he says.

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