Page 67 of Billionaire Bachelor
LOGAN
The last fewweeks with Rosie have been some of the best of my life. Hard to believe it’s been a month since Tahoe. We’ve fallen into this perfect rhythm of meeting every night after work, talking, dining, laughing, fucking until we’re exhausted, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, we wake up in a mess of tangled limbs, which usually leads to slow, sleepy sex that makes it nearly impossible to leave the bed.
I’m a fucking addict. If I go more than a few hours without talking to her, I start craving her voice, her laughter, her relentless teasing. Work has been chaotic for both of us, yet that never stops us from sending flirty texts or calling each other in between meetings, or while we’re driving. We used to go weeks—hell, months—without talking, and I barely thought twice about it. Rosie was always in the back of my mind, but whenever she was dating some douche who didn’t deserve her—which was most of the time—I stayed in my lane.
As gratifying as it was knowing those fuckwits saw me as a threat—and trust me, there was no doubt—I didn’t want to cause problems for Rosie. If anything, those dudes were just more evidence as to why she’d never be mine. After our first midnight kiss, I knew she wasattracted to me. Any lingering doubts I may have had were squashed. But every guy I’d seen her with since wasnothinglike me—in looks or personality. I was convinced that Rosie was more attracted to hedge fund hot shots with small dick energy. It killed me, watching her waste time on jerks who didn’t deserve her, but it wasn’t my call to make. So, I shoved my feelings down, swallowed my jealousy, and acted like it didn’t gut me every damn time she picked someone who wasn’t me.
“Earth to Logan.”
I glance down with a smile as Rosie’s voice pulls me back to the present. “Sorry, spaced out for a minute. What’d you say?”
She tilts her head toward a blue and white truck. “Greek sound good? I’m craving falafel. It’s a nice night. We should eat here.”
I glance at the open courtyard, the clusters of people, the outdoor tables offeringzerocover.
“You sure?” I ask, keeping my voice even.
She nods, slipping her fingers through mine like it’s second nature. “Yeah.”
“Works for me.” I squeeze her hand, grinning like a fool.
Lately, I’ve watched her anxiety fade, little by little, giving me hope she’s nearly ready to talk to her family. I mean, Rosie is still Rosie. Most days, the woman has enough frenetic energy running through her veins to power the whole county. But her eyes no longer dart around, searching for familiar faces whenever we step out to grab a bite. She never hesitates to hold my hand or raise up on her toes to steal a quick kiss. Granted, we’re careful, sticking to a small radius in her neighborhood, but she knows there’s always a risk of being seen, no matter how low it may be. Suggesting we dine outdoors in a crowded courtyard is a bold move, which only deepens my conviction.
It’s a weeknight, just past seven, so thankfully, the line isn’t too long. We place our order and step aside to wait as the scent of grilled meat, chopped veggies, and freshly baked pitas make my stomach growl. When it’s ready, I grab the food—a falafel plate for her,chicken souvlaki wrap for me—and follow Rosie to an empty picnic table. We settle onto the same side of a bench, unwrapping our food.
She takes one look at my wrap and grimaces. “Jesus. How are you going to fit that giant thing in your mouth?”
“I guess we’re about to find out.” I waggle my brows suggestively. “Got any tips since you’re such an expert on putting giant things in your mouth?”
Rosie chokes on her lemonade, coughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you just went there.”
I cup the back of her neck. “You walked right into that one, baby.”
She laughs as I pull her closer. “Touché, Edwards.”
“Don’t worry, Pip.” I press our lips together softly. “I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself later.” She moans as I deepen the kiss, making me forget where we are for a moment.
Her cheeks are flushed as I pull back. “What was that for?”
“No reason,” I say with a wink. “Just couldn’t resist.”
Rosie bites her lower lip as she glances down, noticing my growing erection. “First comes food, then comes sex.”
I laugh. “Is that how it works?”
“Duh.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s like, Dating 101.”
I take her hand, placing gentle kisses on each knuckle. “Is that what we’re doing? Dating?”
“Are you asking me to put a label on it?” Rosie’s delicate brows arch.
“What if I am?” I don’t break her gaze, letting the question linger. “I don’tneeda label, but I am curious what you think.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what to call this, but I do think it’s more than just dating. Don’t you?”
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “Yeah, Rosie.A lotmore.”
She smiles shyly. “Good. Now that we’ve settled that, can we please eat? I’m freaking starving.”
