AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I search his face for the truth. Does he honestly still desire me after all this time? And if I felt the same, would it matter? Because beneath the height of our still very existent attraction lies one enormous complication.
His father.
“You’re insane.”
A shrug, and then, “Maybe.”
“Stop it, Logan,” I say, speaking for my battered heart. “Whatever game you’re playing isn’t funny.”
Blinking away some of the haze, his pupils shrink as he gradually centers himself.
His brows pinch once he finds his voice. “Javier said you weren’t at the apartment this morning. Why?”
The question catches me so off guard, I barely have time to find a cover. “I needed to grab something from the market and took the bus. No big.”
His suit rustles softly when he straightens, and when he finds the dirt smudge on the top of my feet, I self-consciously cross them. “Do you own a car, or you prefer walking around the city like a barefooted heathen?”
My eyes narrow. “I don’t need a car. The bus takes me wherever I need to go.”
“I’ll have to take care of that, then.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl.
A call vibrates beneath my thigh where I heedlessly ditched my phone, startling me.
“I don’t suppose you’re hiding one of your little friends back there, are you?”
“You wish.” I smack his arm, ignoring that toe-curling smirk. “Do you mind if I take this?”
“By all means.” Logan’s perfectly smug while still crowding my space, and I roll my eyes, exasperated.
“Dad! Hi. How are you? What’s up?” I ramble when I answer the call.
“Just calling to see how the job is going.” He pauses. “You got my messages, right?”
Clamping both hands around my waist, Logan lowers me off the desk, making me squeak, “Yes! Started yesterday, and everything’s great.”
I bat his hand away when he reaches for my braid, pulling the band free at the tip.
“What are you doing?” I mouth, but Logan shushes me as he unweaves the wild strands, then smoothly re-braids them.
My heart hammers against my sternum, breathing him in and feeling each precise brush of his fingers over my blouse.
“And how’s your boss treating you?” Dad asks.
“The boss? Oh, he’s cocky for sure,” I say, swaying when a sexy smirk finds his lips, “but otherwise, manageable.”
Logan finishes securing the band before bringing his lips to my ear. “And how do you plan to manage me, Penelope?”
My breath hitches with him so close, spouting salacious nonsense that’s meant to rile me. But it’d be so easy, wouldn’t it? To bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling that natural essence he hides beneath his fancy cologne.
“Are you okay?” Dad’s voice pierces the fog long enough to form a coherent thought.
I break away the minute Logan takes a step back, putting a hefty amount of space between us.
“I’m totally fine!” I say too cheerfully, fumbling with my phone when I almost drop it. “Why don’t I call you on my way home?”
He pauses for a beat, and when he speaks again, his voice echoes through the room on speakerphone. “Well, okay. But I want you to keep me updated. Keerah Financial is a cut-throat business. Everyone is expendable, so you’ll have to work hard to keep your position.”
