Page 61 of Bad Love

Kendall:Delightful. Ben says hi. He was telling stories about you inschool.

Igrinned,satisfied she’d asked aboutme.

Logan:They’re alltrue.

Kendall:I’m sure. Ben’s agreed to try something that might take the vibe to the nextlevel.

Logan:Tellme.

Kendall:I’ll tell you if it works. I'm off to help with math homework. Talklater.

She didn't sound shaken.She sounded the same as before our flirtation transformed into… whatever it became the second she took that vibe and pressed it between the pale thighs I can’t get out of myhead.

But lying in bed last night, I realizedsomething.

I know she had a good time—she shook under my hands and whispered my name while shedid.

Myfirstname noless.

No one but family calls me Logan, but I want to make a new rule that Kendall Sullivan’s not allowed to call me anythingelse.

(Excluding “daddy”, “papi”, or any version of “Rock my world, big boy,” which makes a chuckle rise up in my chest because I can’t see her saying any of thosethings.)

Point is, if Kendall needs a walk on the wild side, I’ll give it to her. No others need apply. This vacancy isfilled.

We’re both mature adults. I won’t fall for her, and I won’t let her fall forme.

But we're past walking away, and next time, I'm not playing a supportingrole.

I start to text heragain.

I bet you're still wet forme.

You taste like peaches when youcome.

I delete both because let's get real—this is Kendall. What works with other women won't work for her. I tap my forehead lightly against the wall a coupletimes.

Finally, I haveit.

Logan:How'd mathgo?

Aresponse comes moments later.

Kendall:Wesurvived.

Logan:Tell him math’soverrated.

There'sa delay of a few minutes, and I think she's gotten pulled away. I check some analytics on Hunter’s Cross’s social until a new message notificationappears.

Kendall:I'd prefer not to have you and Roryinteracting.

Kendall:It's nothingpersonal.

Ilowerthe phone and stare down the hall into the open door of my friend'soffice.

Bull.

Shit.

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