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“Fuck, Sloane,” he growls, taking a step toward me. “Out of all the people here, you know me best. You know I would never hurt you.”
I arch a brow, trying to hold on to my righteous anger even as it dissolves under the heat of his gaze.
“Do I?” I challenge. “Because we agreed to forget everything that happened between us the moment we returned. We agreed we don’t know each other, remember?”
His jaw clenches and something flashes in his eyes, gone too quickly for me to decipher. “So that’s your answer to my note?” he demands. “That we don’t know each other?”
Confusion furrows my brow. “Your note?”
He rakes a hand through his hair again, leaving it mussed. “The note I sent with the dress. The one you’re wearing. Did you not read it?”
“Yousent the dress?” Of course, it was him. How could I have ever thought it was Johnny? He’s never been one for extravagant gifts, and this dress probably cost more than he could afford. “There was no note with it.”
“Fuck.” Logan paces, his long legs eating up the small space. “I thought you read it. I thought... I thought you wearing my dress was your answer,” he says, shaking his head.
I watch the agitated flex of his shoulders, the coiled tension in his frame, and something twists low in my belly. He looks like a caged predator, all barely leashed power and intensity. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
He stops and pins me with a look that steals my breath. “Are you fucking him?”
My eyes go wide at his crudeness. “Excuse me?”
“I need to know,” he says through gritted teeth. “Are you fucking him?”
“Why the hell is that any of your business?” I hiss, trying to ignore the little thrill that goes through me at his obvious jealousy.
“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since London,” he snaps, taking a step closer. “Because it’s killing me, seeing you with him. Because if he’s touched you...” Logan’s hands flex at his sides, and his eyes blaze into mine. “I swear to God, Sloane, if he’s put his hands on you, I’ll go out there right now and beat him bloody in front of everyone and sit happily in jail for it.”
I gape at Logan, my lips parting on a silent gasp. I’ve never seen him like this, so raw and urgent and almost unhinged with want. It’s terrifying and thrilling, and it makes me ache in places I didn’t know could ache.
“What—” I swallow hard, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. “What did the note say?”
Something fierce and vulnerable flashes across his face, there and gone in an instant.
“That I want you,” he says, his voice low. “That I haven’t been able to think about anything else since we parted. That the memory of your taste, your touch, is driving me to madness.”
I suck in a shuddering breath, desire spiking hot in my veins. “And the blonde?” I ask, hating the slight tremor in my voice.
Confusion clouds his eyes for a moment before they clear with understanding. “Georgina.” He spits the name like it’s something vile. “She’s not my girlfriend, Sloane. She’s a mistake from my past that refuses to stay there.”
“She didn’t look like a mistake when she had her tongue down your throat,” I say, hating how petty and jealous I sound.
“She’s a witch. A snake in the guise of a woman. And if she disappeared off the face of the earth, no one would be happier than me. Believe me, when I say there is and will never be anything between us. Ever.”
He says it with such firmness, his voice full of bubbling anger, that I know he’s telling the truth. He doesn’t like this woman at all, and that fact reassures me.
But we haven’t solved the real problem. “What aboutwork?” I ask, hating how breathy I sound. “I’m still your employee, Logan. You’re still my boss. We can’t just...”
“I don’t know.” His eyes bore into mine, dark and intense, and I feel pinned in place by the force of his gaze. “I just know that every day is torture, knowing you’re just down the hall, close enough to touch but impossibly out of reach. Watching you laugh and talk with everyone else while I have to keep my distance. Seeing that asshole put his hands on you when it should be me.”
He steps closer, crowding into my space until I can feel the heat of him, smell the clean, spicy scent of his cologne. It makes my head swim and my heart pound.
“I can’t stand it,” he says, his voice rough with barely suppressed emotion. “The thought of you with someone else, of his hands on your skin, his lips on your mouth... It makes me want to break things. Starting with his face.”
I shudder at the undisguised possession, the dark promise in Logan’s words. I know I should push him away, remind him of all the reasons this can’t happen... But I can’t seem to make myself move. Can’t seem to want to.
“Logan,” I breathe.
“Be mine.” The words are a growl, a plea, hot against my ear as he ducks his head to nuzzle the sensitive skin beneath. “Let me worship you, ruin you, wreck you for anyone else. Give me a chance to show you how good we can be together.”
