Page 20 of Holiday Hook-Up
Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out a card from his wallet, handing it to Eliza. “Let’s sit down and chat after the holiday. I’d love to hear your ideas.”
She took the card and nodded. “I’d like that.”
I finished my drink while we took a peek at a few rooms, nearly identical to the first. There were only a few slight differences. A room at the back, which Eliza called their playroom, was set up with restraints and cuffs of all sizes. Hanging on the wall were at least ten different impact tools and harnesses. My body flushed as I watched Logan take it all in with furtive glances. When my eyes met his hungry gaze, I could almost hear his thoughts.
“I need to go get some prep done before we open tonight. It’s Santa and Mrs. Claus night and I’m betting we’ll have a full house.” Eliza cleared her throat and walked to the door, taking on a playful tone. “Feel free to look around as long as you want.”
As soon as she left the two of us alone it was as if the air in the room grew dense, like I could cup the energy in my palm. Logan pinned me with a heated look and all I could think about was the electricity between us the night before.
“Have you ever used anything like this before?” I could barely recognize the husky tone escaping my lips.
“Why Emerald? Do the things in this room interest you?” He ran his hands along the wall, touching each hanging item. I squeezed my thighs together as a throbbing ache settled in my core.
“I-I’ve never done much more than play with fuzzy handcuffs,” I admitted. Even then, it was silly. A high school boyfriend who’d thought he was hot and dangerous after shoplifting them from the mall.
“I wouldn’t need much to play with you. None of this would be necessary. I’m very creative.” He rubbed at the silk tie around his neck and I imagined it wrapped around my wrists, holding me taut, keeping me from touching him. I bit my lower lip to distract myself from letting those thoughts loose.
“Yeah?”
He moved toward the cuffs at the headboard and gave them a tug, his eyes never leaving mine.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m not dying to see you bound in these restraints. Tied up in ribbons like my own personal Christmas present.”
“Logan,” I whimpered.
“Call me Sir again, Emerald. You don’t know what it does to me.”
I opened my mouth, ready to call him whatever he wanted if he would take care of this ache. I’d never felt so needy in my life.
But his phone rang and once again, the haze lifted. He cursed under his breath, yanking it out of his jacket pocket and answering with a gruff hello. I rushed into the hallway and leaned my head against the cool wall.Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.My panties were soaked and my pulse pounded like a drum. He’s your boss, Emmy. I repeated the phrase five more times in my head until Logan slipped out the door. His jaw was clenched and he pulled a hand through his dark hair.
“I’m sorry, Emmy.” Now he was back to using my real name. Why did that make my heart sink? “I overstepped. Again.”
“No. It’s fine. I-”
“It’s not fine. We need to keep things professional. It’s for the best.” He glanced toward the end of the hall, where someone, probably Eliza, was having a conversation. “Come on, let’s head back to the hotel.”
I nodded. There was nothing for me to say. He was right. Again, I almost made a stupid mistake and acted on my feelings instead of thinking with my head. He didn’t want me anyway, it was the room and the toys. Anyone would get turned on in this place. If only I could scrub the fantasy I’d imagined in that room from my brain, then the problem would be solved. There’d be no reason to get wet anytime I looked at Logan Connor’s tie.
Chapter 9
Logan
From: [email protected]
Date: Saturday, Dec 24 at 2:33 PM
Subject: Re: All the details
Go spend some time with your wife and stop being a perv, buddy. But yes there is a voyeur room… and a BDSM room. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter. You’ll have to fly your ass out here to see for yourself after the new year.
-Your friend who wishes he was watching Christmas cartoons instead of being in his current predicament
Whatthefuckwaswrong with me? I paced the length of my suite replaying every moment in that playroom with Emerald. The way she panted, biting her lip. The fire in her eyes when she took in all the toys on the wall. I could practically taste her need in the air and my cock still wouldn’t go down.
She’s your employee, dipshit. Thank God Aiden called me when he did, because I was two seconds away from telling Emerald to crawl to me. She would have been so damn sexy on her knees, that thick red hair hanging over her breasts.
