“Yeah.”
“Good, babe. I will come by your aunt’s at seven; give her a warning that I am coming, okay. Do not need her to shoot at me.” He winks.
I giggle. “I do not live with my aunt anymore. I moved into my own condo,” I announce.
His stare hooks into mine, charged and deliberate. It makes me hot and flustered, like the space between us has suddenly become too small.
I get the sense he’s imagining possibilities now that I’m no longer living with my aunt— thoughts he probably shouldn’t be having, but definitely is. And if I’m honest with myself, the idea sparks something in me too: a heated thrill that settles in my panties.
I’m painfully aware that being around him requires caution; he could break my heart without even meaning to. When it comes to Logan, I feel delicate, like a fragile flower—because even the smallest things he does hit me far harder than they should, especially since we’re not even together.
“Text me your new address and I will be there at seven.” His voice pull me out of my thoughts.
He pushes to his feet, and I lean back to look up at his face. Stepping around the table, he rests one hand on the table next to mine, and leans in close. He is so close, his warm breath washes over my face.
“Dress for a ride on the back of my bike.” His fingers brush at my bangs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do not overthink it, babe. Dress for you, not me.” His lips press to my forehead and damn it, I swoon again.
The forehead kiss gets me every freaking time.
With a sexy wink, he leaves me sitting there like I am not about to melt into a puddle on the floor. The lady who is sitting across from me now catches my attention, her smile wide and knowing.
“Girl, that man wants you, but you better make him work for it.”
I smile awkwardly, my cheeks heating with my blush. I am a somewhat confident person, but not when it comes to the opposite sex. The way she looks at me makes me feel a little exposed, like she can see right through my bravado. I try to laugh it off, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, but I can't quite meet her gaze.
With a nod of acknowledgement, not to be rude, I gather up my barely eaten deli sandwich and tuck that, my drink, and the chips into my purse. Leaving as fast as I can, I walk back to the hotel, the heat of the day doing nothing to cool me down.
Once back at work, I get busy, trying to push the sexy biker out of my head, so I do not mess up. Logan remembers a part of me and that is I tend to overthink things on occasion, but like he said, I have to not overthink what could happen and to be me. Frick, I can be me, right?
Of course I can. What the hell am I going on about? I shake my head to clear the random thoughts and clock out. Saying goodbye to my co-workers, I walk to my Bronco and drive home. Biting my lip, I start thinking about what to wear.
Should I go with sexy underwear, just in case we have a good date and one thing leads to another? Or do I wear something comfortable? Freaking hell, I am freaking out. I need to take a breath and just go with whatever comes to mind, right?
Yeah, I can do that.
I arrive at the underground parking and take the elevator up to my place.
I take a quick shower, and by quick I mean, I scrub and shave every part of my body that needs it. Then I moisturize, walking to my bedroom to do my hair and makeup.
I add some natural waves to my hair, with my wave style wand, and I keep my makeup natural, but with a darker lipstick than I usually go for.
Once I am done, I sort through my clothes and feel the panic start to set in. Taking a deep breath, I flick through my clothes and settle on a pair of tight jeans that make my ass look good, and a long-sleeved shirt. It will keep me warm plus, my leather jacket will top it off. I slip my feet into my wedge-heeled ankle boots, and I am ready.
Looking at the time on my phone, I see that Logan will be here in five minutes unless he has forgotten.
Frick, I did not think of that. What if he forgets about the date?
Before a full-blown panic attack sets in, the condo phone rings.
Rushing to it, I answer.
“Hello.”
“Stevie, this is Rodney from the front desk. I have a Mr. Vaughan here for you; shall I send him up?”
“No, that is okay. I am ready, I will come down. Thank you.” We hang up and I take in one more deep breath and leave, before I lose my nerve. Locking up I go down to meet him.
This is a man I have dreamed of dating since I was fourteen, so I need to pull my big girl panties up and make the most of it, because in my life, the other shoe always freaking drops.
