Page 23 of His Good Girl
Gasping when Logan takes three strides forward, slams his hand against Paul’s chest, and shoves him against the opposite wall of the corridor, yanking my arm painfully out of his grip. Rubbing my arm, my eyes wide, I remain motionless as Logan practically growls at Paul.
“Touch her again, and you and me are going to have a problem. Do I make myself clear?”
Paul’s bravado vanishes as he glares at Logan. Something has clicked inside him, and he’s afraid. “Fine,” he says, huffing as if it’s no big deal. “Have her. She’s yours. Don’t know why you want her anyway if she won’t fuck.”
Choking back my utter humiliation that he brought that up in front of my boss, in front of this man who has defended me and is exuding a dangerous vibe that scares the shit out of me, my hand goes to my mouth in mortification.
Logan steps back and lets Paul scurry down the corridor to head back into the bar. The silence is deafening when the door swings shut again, blocking out the noise.
Logan glances at me, barely even taking a second before he walks away.
“Wait!” I say, leaping into motion and grasping his arm lightly.
He stops but doesn’t turn around.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Logan turns his head to the side, looking down. “Don’t thank me, Serena. I’m nobody’s hero.”
You are mine.
I open my mouth, not knowing what to say, but no words come out. Dropping my hand heavily to my side, my other one going up around my throat, I think frantically of something to say.
“Do me a favor, Serena,” he rasps, still not looking at me. “Don’t settle for losers like that. You’re better than them.”
Blinking, not knowing what to do or say to those words that have shot me in the heart and ripped my soul wide open. “Oh-okay.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
He turns to stride back out to the bar, leaving me in shock, my mouth open as those two words resonate through my gaping soul, wrapping themselves around my darkest place, warming the coldest part of me. Staring after him, I’m frozen in place, my lust for this dangerous, hot, older man shooting up a few more notches to a place where it is impossible to deny.
Jealous and possessive.
And I’m not even his.
“Fucking hell,” I moan. The man exudes sex. It’s impossible to walk away from that now. He flicked a switch in me that I didn’t even know was there until now. “Good girl. Fuck. Fuck.” Falling down the well into a pool of arousal that I wish he would come back and take care of, startles me. I’ve never had a feeling of lust so intense before. It’s like his actions, and his words have patched over all my anxieties over this particular aspect of being a human.
Launching forward, just tipsy enough to make a complete fool of myself by going after him, I yank the door open, scanning the bar for my tall, dark-haired savior with the stormy blue eyes and scary temperament.
But he’s gone.
Vanished from my sight.
Chapter16
Logan
Walking away is like leaving a part of my soul behind. There is no choice in the matter, though. She is untouchable. Every cell in my body wanted to take her right there in the corridor, where everyone could see us and know that she is mine, but it’s not going to happen. Needing to shake off the rage that is bubbling up at seeing that asshole’s hands on her, is tearing through me. It’s dangerous. I wanted to kill him.
I know that no matter what I do, she has worked her way under my skin, and this craving I have for her isn’t going anywhere. Knowing what seeing her with another man does to me is dangerous.
Seconds.
I was mere seconds away from stabbing him in the gut and thus exposing myself and the Society to Serena, an outsider. It would’ve sealed both our fates. I’d have ended up on a date with Isaac, which would’ve seen me thrown from my sixteenth-floor balcony, and Serena would’ve been cleaned up. Despite who her uncle is, the global Society would’ve taken care of it.
Drawing her into my darkness places her in danger, and that is now the thing that is driving me away. She will live forever in my head, but I can’t touch her or be near her—which poses a problem at work. One I will have to figure out before Monday.
Cutting through an alley on my way home, I hunch my shoulders against the pouring rain, stalking into the night, only to be stopped by an asshole who doesn’t know any better.
