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“It’s going to be perfect.” My hands smooth the gorgeous two-piece gown Logan bought for me to wear this evening.
The long, empire waist skirt has a short train and dramatic slit that starts high on my thigh and parts wide at my feet. Like the puff-sleeved top, it’s made of a soft, transparent material with a silk, silver underlay. And with hundreds of rhinestones cascading from top to bottom, I look as though I was plucked from the stars.
With my dark hair waving over my shoulder, and my toes wiggling in a pair of silver satin flats, I can’t help but notice Logan’s attention to leaving me free to move—not restricting my body with too tight material or treacherous high heels.
I follow a group of guests excitedly bustling through the doors of Logan’s office building. The fundraiser is being held in the ballroom on the first floor, and inside, the air is frigid, skating up my calves and thighs, and raising goosebumps along my arms.
The only communication we’ve had today was a handwritten note that read:
Javier will pick you up at six sharp. No panties. That’s an order.
I grow more nervous with each step I take. Will I talk too much? Say something I shouldn’t? Hell, one sneeze and I might flash someone the goods he insisted I leave uncovered.
When I reach the ballroom lobby, I’m greeted by a flawless depiction of the theme I designed for this event.
A tunnel, formed by mirror flooring, reflects the white-gold lights of the massive archway above it, guiding guests into the heart of the room. Through the exit, sparkling accents twinkle as far as my eyes can see, while cream and peach blooms overflow from massive centerpieces adorning the tables, illuminated by softly lit chandeliers.
It’s the epitome of grace and elegance, and I haven’t even seen it all.
“Job well done, I’d say.” Logan stands to the side of the tunnel with one hand in the pocket of his dark gray suit that compliments my gown and a pair of burning blue eyes trained on me.
For as proud as I am that we pulled it off, nothing is more breathtaking than him smirking around the edge of his crystal glass. He savors the sight of me a moment longer before taking a sip of the chilled liquor.
I’ve stopped in my tracks, letting the excited, murmuring crowd brush past me until there’s just us and a few stragglers in the open lobby.
He swaggers toward me—not hurried, but calculated, and there’s not a step he takes where his eyes aren’t traveling over some part of me. They touch my legs before pausing at the slit exposing them. My middle, where a smooth patch of skin plays peek-a-boo just above the high waist of my skirt. Then finally, my face, which tips up to his.
“Hi.” I nibble the corner of my smile, admiring his styled hair and neatly trimmed beard.
His face lights up when he says, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Those words hold an unexpected amount of weight as he lowers his hand and whispers his finger over the ring on mine. For as much as I yearn to touch him, I force myself to behave. It’s too risky in front of his father’s associates, and while Silas may be absent, the fact remains that here, I’m still Logan’s assistant.
As an added precaution, we’ve decided I’ll introduce myself with the name I gave George when we met at Adventure Park.
“Miss Wimbledon,” he teases, but then flatters me when he’s lost for words. “Honestly, I… You look…”
Unable to help myself, I casually reach for his tie, fixing the silk knot that’s come loose. “Incredible? Amazing? Unbelievably sexy?”
“Like my future,” he says finally.
My breath hitches and my fingers still. I’m lingering too long, I know. But this man is surely my greatest weakness.
“Could have sworn you were gonna say sexy,” I whisper.
“That, too.” He grins before switching his glass to his non-dominant hand. “And it’s going to be impossible to keep my hands off you tonight.”
To most everyone, Logan’s the son of a business tycoon who’s trying to fill his father’s shoes. But to me, he’s devastatingly handsome, genuine, and kind, with a heart big enough to change the world. And right now, he’s an undeniable force I’m powerless to resist.
“You’re a temptation not even God would deny Himself,” he murmurs, using his body to block me from the couples talking excitedly across the entrance hall.
My eyes widen and I inhale sharply when one finger gradually slips up the slit of my skirt. “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” he commands. “Don’t want them getting suspicious, now, do we?”
I hold my breath as the cool condensation on the tip of his finger trails up my inner thigh. “I’m just making sure you followed orders.”
The delicate touch climbs higher, forcing my heart into a galloping fit before he finally strokes the seam of my aching core. A low groan feathers across my cheek, increasing my burning desire, and I swallow hard when he swipes that finger through the slickness waiting for him.
