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“Please,” he scoffs, “I’m a riot.”
When I bark a laugh, his gaze narrows critically. “Obviously, you haven’t spent much time with yourself.”
“I believe it was you who said I needed to… what was it again? Live a little.”
Dammit, I did say that, didn’t I?
“Fine.” I’ll figure out a way to break it to her later. Maybe if I promise that she doesn’t have to speak to him, she’ll be more agreeable. “What time should we meet you there?”
I should know by now that I can’t get off that easily. He’s going to wring every ounce of torture from me he possibly can. “I don’t think so, sunshine. Since this is now a proper date, we’ll be picking you both up at eight o’clock sharp.”
Rotten bastard.
“And what am I expected to wear, sir?” I bite back, recalling the way he goaded me at Adventure Park. “Fresh out of corsets in my company-provided wardrobe, I’m afraid.”
He lets those blues wander from the top of my head down to my scrunching toes.
A slow, curling grin graces his face when he says, “Surprise me.”
* * *
Carrie shimmies in the show-stopping blood-red dress she stole from my closet. Logan’s oddly accurate guess at my clothing and shoe size—and my sister’s—is something I’m trying not to give too much thought to, but I can’t deny the man’s got taste.
“Didn’t I tell you to wear something sexy?”
“This is sexy.” I adjust my black leather shorts and sweetheart neckline crop top self-consciously. “But it’s also comfortable, and when you’re my age, you’ll understand the importance of merging the two.”
“You look like an assassin,” she retorts. “One with great tits, but defo has murder on the mind.”
Well, she’s right about the last part. Choking the life out of Logan has been especially tempting lately.
My lace-up boots, paired with a deep purple gloss and dark eyeshadow exude the ‘suck it, Mr. Anderson’ vibe I was striving for, but what did he expect? Me to look like her?
“Oh, thank god Javier is driving us,” she says when she spots him pulling up in Logan’s modified Escalade. “I was going to fight you if you expected me to walk to the club from the bus station.”
My heart beats out of control when the car comes to a complete stop.
“Uh, sis. There’s something you need to know about tonight.” Naturally, I haven’t clued her in on who’s accompanying us tonight. And that’s mainly because, one way or another, she’s going to lose her shit. And also, because the last fucking thing I need is another damn lecture. “I-I sort of wanted to wait to tell you…”
Her heels click against the pavement as we approach the back of the vehicle. “Now, this is what I’m talking about! Riding in style, living in luxury, and best of all, not taking the bus or shacking up in that shitty apartment you were staying in.”
Her opinion of where and how I was living my life isn’t exactly a secret, but to hear it voiced so callously still stings.
“Glad you’ve changed your tune, sis.”
Javier’s greeting masks my grumbling before he pops open the back door, and I wince.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Carrie says when first Declan, then Logan, casually steps out of the car.
A lightweight, all-black suit and shirt combo molds itself around Logan’s body like the damn thing was tailor-made for him–and given his taste in finery, it probably was. But unlike his unshaven scruff, Declan’s cheeks are smooth, and he’s wearing a loose white dress shirt, hunter-green pants, and brown designer shoes.
“Ladies,” Declan drawls, roving his hungry gaze over my sister’s form before glancing at me and Logan. A frown replaces his salacious grin. “Aw, no fair. I didn’t know we were coordinating outfits.”
Logan’s simmering perusal travels from the black boots on my feet and up my thighs before lingering on my mostly exposed chest and stomach.
Leave it to this infuriating man to find my rebellious outfit alluring.
As if her brain is just catching up, Carrie shakes her head. “Wait, wait. They’re going out with us tonight?”
