A wave of red doesn’t so much creep up her chest and neck to her face as it rushes up in an angry crimson wave. Her green eyes practically bug the fuck out of her pretty head just as I snap, “A praying mantis.”
“What are you talking about?” she steams.
Yeah... even I’m not dumb enough to fill her in on that one. “Nothing. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Put a row of pillows between us if it’ll make you feel better, Olive, but I promise you, your virtue is safe with me.”
“It’s not my virtue I’m worried about, you shit.” Her words are growled as I start to wonder just how bad an idea this might have been. “Try to remember who my father is. I might not love MMA the way he does, but there was no way he was letting his daughters grow up unable to defend themselves.” Her eyes trail down from my face to my cock and settle there. “I know all the soft spots to hit if you get a little too . . .touchy.”
“Not a problem, little ice queen. The only touching we’ll be doing is in front of people who expect us to touch.”
“Ugh . . .” she groans. “I loathe you.”
I walk over to the en suite bath and look back. “Loathe you too, Olive.”
The door shuts, and I’m pretty sure the thunk I hear is one of her fancy-ass red-soled shoes hitting it. Bet she wishes it was my head.
LOGAN
Dearest darling, pain in the ass . . .
Darling?
Trying out pet names.
Wasn’t sure if you remembered me
telling you I had to run out last night.
I was asleep, not drugged, Olive.
And yes, I remember. Everything all right?
Aww. It’s almost like you care.
Don’t push it.
Just need to know what to tell
the cops if they show up.
So romantic, but sadly I didn’t
break any laws.
One of my clients needed
something handled.
So you handled it?
Of course. But it took a few hours.
I crashed at my place and have a
few loose ends to tie up in Kroydon Hills.
Be back at the ranch later.
Is that a threat or a promise?
