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. When I got Dayna’s invitation, I responded so fast I thought I saw my computer start to smoke.”
“A weekend away is definitely what you need.”
“Dayna’s invite came right on time. I was about to start spazzing out. Hopefully by the time I get back they’ve cleaned and cleared it all out. My renter’s insurance is going to replace everything that I lost. So that’s something.”
“It is.”
“The only good thing for sure.” Well, not the only thing, she thought as her gaze traveled back across the fire to Logan. When he’d walked in the door thirty minutes after she did earlier today, she knew her weekend was looking up.
She was minus her promotion, minus a working bathroom at her apartment, and minus a man. Maybe she could add some dick in her life this weekend.
Logan’s dick, she thought and grinned. Crude, she knew, but hey, it was what she wanted.
When she’d arrived and gone to the room Dayna assigned her to sleep in, she’d lain out everything she’d brought with her and smiled. All the skimpy bathing suits she’d purchased at an end of summer sale last September were definitely going to come in handy. The one she had on now was the second she’d worn that day. A one-piece peach suit that plunged in the front and back and looked incredible against her skin had been what she’d worn while they were swimming in the pool earlier. But after she’d showered and changed, she’d put on the white.
Operation: Seduce Logan McMasters was moving fast, forward and ahead. Violet watched him all day, caught glimpses of him as she paraded around, bending over, and doing everything she could think of to focus all his attention on her. Hopefully it was working, because before the night was over, she planned to have him in her bed, by the pool, and any other place she could think of. When she went home tomorrow morning, what’s-his-face would only be a distant memory.
She stood, grabbing the shirt she’d pulled off earlier. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to Stella, and trailed a path along the shore, heading away from the beach house, the wet sand sticking to her bare feet.
Her hope… Logan would follow.
Ahead, streamers of seaweed rolled in the surf. The company that rented colorful loungers and chairs with overhead umbrellas were loading up their equipment to sale again the next day. The beach was empty except for the group she was with, but she still heard snatches of conversation and music carried on the wind from the other houses.
“Would you like some company?” The deep, sexy drawl came from behind her.
Yes.
Violet pivoted around and walked backwards across the sand, a soft smile on her face when he approached her. An inner core of delicious heat thrummed through her.
The man was gorgeous with chestnut hair and liquid caramel eyes. He had on a sexy black wife-beater and khaki cargo shorts, no shoes. Muscles abounded and even though he wasn’t a star cornerback anymore, he still regularly worked out to keep his body rock hard. Of course, why wouldn’t he since he now owned about thirty 24-hour gyms across greater Florida.
“Are you following me?” she asked with a hint of tease, but with a confident edge in her voice. Her plan worked. Now, she had to figure out just how far her seduction needed to go so she could actually feel that rock-hard body against hers tonight.
“Do you mind?”
Violet shook her head. “Nope.”
Logan’s gaze traveled down to her feet and back up again. When his eyes reached her face, she asked, “You like what you see?”
He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
She turned and barely refrained from squealing with excitement, and continued to walk down the beach.
He came up beside her. “Did I hear you say you got demoted?”
Boy, he’d really been paying attention. “Yes. Please don’t remind me.”
Logan lightly bumped his shoulder against hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept down her arm. “I only wanted to say I was sorry to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to a much happier conversation if you want. Like the fact that you don’t have a man anymore.”
“Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She smiled up at him and was astounded by the deep voraciousness in his gaze. “And why, pray tell, is that a happy conversation?”
He stopped her and brought her around to face him, pulling her close as his palms traveled down her arms to her hands. “Because I’ve been waiting a while for you to be free.”
His touch, like a spark of dynamite, sizzled fiercely against her skin. Did he just say what she thought she heard? He wanted her? “Have you now?” Violet played spider up his left arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his shoulder. She brushed her hands over the warm tensile beauty of his ripped chest and moved lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and slid her fingers under his shirt.
“Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve you. Especially after the way he ended it.”
“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard that too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her fingernails.
