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“That’s not the only problem, Logan.”
His pupils dilated and she was fairly certain her heart was going to slam out of her damn chest.
“I’ll make it work.” God, did she really sound so breathy? “It’s my job to make it work.” There. Firm and professional.
“I’ll make it good for you.”
She blinked. “I’m sorry?”
The charm was back. It settled around him like another skin. And strangely, she wanted the intense and slightly growly Logan back. And that was stupid. She didn’t need that back in her life. It called to the parts of her that were long dead and buried.
“The show. I’ll make it worth the effort. And I know you have a budget, but I’m changing things and I’ve got more money than any ten people can spend.”
She had the strongest urge to tell him no again. “And that’s why the proceeds go to the foundation.”
“And these three shows will triple the donations.”
“Sure of yourself are you?”
“Yes.” He rolled his eyes. “I might be a cocky bastard in your eyes, but I know my job, Izzy.” When she opened her mouth he just kept going. “Deal with it. You’re an Izzy to me. That’s just the way it’s going to be.”
“You make me sound like a...I don’t know, a pet.”
His eyes danced. “We can call it a pet name.”
“Whatever this is.” She fluttered her fingers between them. “It’s not happening. I—”
Chameleon fast, the pleasure drained from his features leaving a steely resolve. “No, it’s not.”
She snapped her jaw shut. The jolt of disappointment rolled over her and then off her back as she lifted her chin. “Right.”
He took a step closer until his chest overwhelmed the space and she had the strangest urge to move into him, instead of away. “Not because I don’t want it.” His gaze lingered at her lips. “Wanting you isn’t the problem.”
She swallowed and licked her lips.
“Fuck. Please don’t do that.”
She pressed her lips together.
He groaned and she felt the back of his fingers brush along the inside of her wrist, under her sweater. The skin-on-skin contact was as innocent as a scene from Jane Eyre. And just like that damn book, the lightest, most innocent touch was the most evocative.
“I don’t mess with local women.”
Her breath stalled in her chest. “Who said I was interested in being one of your legions of women?”
He tipped his head down until she felt his breath fan over her face. “Iz, we’re old enough to skip the games. If you were a woman in a bar or at a party, I’d have you under me so fast the condom would still be snapping around the base of my cock as I was sliding into you.”
“You can’t...” But she couldn’t even pretend to deny it. How many men had been in her bed just that way? She’d lived in New York City for long enough to have had her share of one night stands.
The difference was, that no man had ever been so blunt about it. At least to her face.
And the biggest difference was her. That had been fine for her life in the city. She could do something stupid and reckless because it only affected her. Now she was staying in one place and building a life. Now she wanted more than a fleeting orgasm that never quite lived up to the hype.
“Yeah,” he said softly as he took a step back. “Knowing it makes it worse, doesn’t it?”
“I wish like hell I could say no.”
“An honest woman. I’ll take it as a sign to make sure I’m on my best behavior. I don’t know too many of them.”
