Page 22 of Target Me
Before I gave that smart mouth something else to do.
9
AVERY
After our showdown in the library, I took a long, hot shower and let off some steam, so to speak. If Logan didn’t crack soon, I was going to end up with hand cramps.
I’d meant what I said to him in the library. If he’d said didn’t want me, I’d let it go. Despite the heat that lurked in his gaze. And the fact he knew how I liked my coffee. He cared about me, even if he didn’t want to admit it because of some misplaced loyalty to my father. I wasn’t going to let that man take something that could be so good for me and Logan away from us.
I toweled off and pulled on a set of black pants and top, ready to work off some of the lingering sexual tension in a fighting scenario.
Scraping my hair off my neck as I trotted down the stairs, I ducked into the kitchen to fill my keep-cup with coffee before I headed out.
“Where are you going?” Logan asked, emerging from the back hall. For such a big guy, he moved like a ghost.
“Out. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
It wasn’t so much that I distrusted Logan, but I knew anything I told him about my extracurricular activities would make it back to my father, who would either ridicule my chosen sport, or immediately insist I quit because fighting was “unbecoming of a woman.”
Neither was acceptable, and both were an almost certainty. Besides, I enjoyed holding something back from Logan. He had all the power in this situation. He wasthe protector, looking after the General’s good-for-nothing brat of a daughter. He was the one holding back from our mutual attraction. Deeper down there was also still that biting cut that he was the one my father had chosen to love. And fuck him for saying I had daddy issues.
“Avery—”
“See you!” I gave him a cheery wave and reached for the table I kept my car keys on.
“Where—?”
The jingle of keys wrenched my head back in Logan’s direction.
“I’ll drive.”
“No.”
“Then you’re not going.”
Taking a deep breath through my nose, I backtracked until I was standing toe to toe with the current bane of my existence.
“I have been driving myself places for almost a decade. You do not need to come in here and start dictating my life to me.”
My heart pounded as he curled his body over mine. His breath tickled the shell of my ear as he thoroughly invaded my personal space.
“I thought you wanted me to take control.” His hand collared my throat as he traced the tip of his nose down my cheek. “To put you on your knees and force you to take my cock like a good girl? You’d look so pretty all tied up with my handprints all over this ass.”
His fingers danced up the back of my thigh, sliding over the skin-tight pants and hooking into the crease where leg met ass as he tightened the hand around my throat just enough to make swallowing difficult. Every fiber of my being wanted what he was saying, but the memory of him leaving me on the floor in the attic, and again by the pool, gave me the presence of mind to get out of his grasp.
“I never said I’d make it easy on you. Besides, relinquishing control in the bedroom is completely different to being a full-time sub. That’s not my thing.”
He nodded, stepping around me and bee-lining for the door.
“Good. I’m not interested in a full-time sub.” He paused at the door, shooting a smirk over his shoulder.
“I’m still driving, though. Are you coming?”
I growled in frustration, but one glance at the clock told me I’d have to allow the chauffeur act, then ditch him at the mall. I still thought the bodyguard routine was an overreaction but had to admit it was nice having company, even if he did regularly drive me mad.
Throwing myself into the passenger seat, I rolled my eyes as Logan struggled for a moment with my sticky clutch before my baby roared to life.
“I didn’t know you drive stick,” Logan said, moving the gear shift smoothly into second.
