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“I’ll be exploring most of the day,” she adds, “and you must have business meetings planned. We won’t see each other at all. It’ll be fine.”
I know I should refuse, but I hate hotels and love my apartment here. Plus, she’s right. I will be out most of the day.
What could happen?
Chapter Five
SLOANE
What in the world possessed me to say that? Why can’t I ever keep my mouth shut? It’s like my brain short-circuits whenever he’s near, leaving me stumbling over my words.
This morning, it took me a moment to shake off the remnants of sleep and realize that Logan’s presence was real. He stood there, a figure in the dim light of my bedroom, not just a figment of my imagination lingering from recent fantasies.
My cheeks heat. I came while envisioning him between my legs.
But why did I even fantasize about him in the first place? Logan Valeur is not my type. He’s nothing like the men I’ve dated.
Yet, there’s an undeniable allure about him, a magnetic pull that draws me in despite my better judgment. He’s like acharacter from a dark, brooding fantasy, a modern-day knight cloaked in an impeccably tailored suit.
He probably even sleeps in one. I have yet to see him without it. Not when he visited my room last night, and certainly not now.
But my suggestion for him and me to stay in the same apartment? Clearly, one of my less brilliant ideas.
Why did I propose such a thing?Especially to a man renowned for his icy demeanor and lack of emotion?
Yesterday, I was convinced he caught sight of the vibrator on the dresser before I had a chance to conceal it, but he remained silent, sparing me from potential embarrassment.
It felt like I dodged a bullet. How could I face him if he knew what I did in his bed? Goodness, the mere thought of it makes me squirm.
But truth be told, I’m tempted to indulge in using it even more this week. Just being near him causes my panties to melt.
I must possess some sort of self-destructive impulse because every time he opens his mouth, his words cut like a knife. Yet, there’s that undeniable allure… Up close, he’s...captivating in an enigmatic sort of way.
I struggle to find the right words to describe him. It’s as if he’s emerged straight from the depths of Hell. His eyes gleam with a brightness that should reveal depths of emotion, but they remain devoid of any emotion. Cold as ice.
Perhaps he’s devoid of a soul altogether. And why am I drawn to this dark, mysterious aura he exudes?
“Do you have feelings?” The words escape my lips before I can stop them, and I clamp my hand over my mouth, horrified at my audacity.Oh no.
“What did you just ask me?” he demands, his voice sharp.
I’ve done it now. He’s going to fire me. I’ve ruined my career in four words on my very first day.
“I mean, of course, you have feelings.” I try to backtrack, but it only makes matters worse. I let out a nervous snort, and my eyes widen. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sure you’re a great person. Please forget it.”
“I’m not a great person. I’m exactly what you heard about me,” he responds, his gaze piercing into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you still want me to stay here?”
Part of me wants to take it all back, to rescind my foolish invitation. It would be so much simpler for him to move to a hotel. But instead, I nod. I can’t back out now, not after all the nonsense I spewed. If I want to hold on to my job, I have to stick to my decision.
“Fine,” he says with a stiff nod. “Move to the other room and remember you asked me to stay,” he instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument as he turns and heads toward his room.
Fuck.
I rush to the bedroom, stuffing my belongings into the suitcase in a chaotic jumble. The pink vibrator stares back at me, and I bury it deep within the pile of clothes, ensuring it’s concealed from view.
The last thing I need is for it to tumble out in front of him, and knowing my luck, that’s exactly what would happen.
Dragging the suitcase into the other bedroom, I find the space neat and empty. When did he find the time to tidy up? Barely a few minutes have passed since we last spoke.
