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CHAPTER TWO
Logan Dufort mighthave been hot as sin, but he wasn’t subtle. He’d basically propositioned her in front of everyone at the dinner table.
Harper was clearly thrilled by the obvious attraction between them—typical romance author, seeing love everywhere she looked. Emma wanted to throw a bread roll at her and say,Give it up, Harp. There’s nothing but sizzle here.
Story of her life.
Perhaps that was why Emma was a kinky romance author? Her stories were far more erotic than her friend’s, skipping the romance and seduction and going straight into the action.
A sex-action author, if you will.
Which spelled out Emma’s interest in Logan.
She couldn’t have written a better hero—or was it anti-hero?—with his solid jawline, ocean blue eyes, and dark wavy hair. Like Harper’s husband, Daniel, Logan screamed power and success. Those solid shoulders of his looked like they could take on the weight of the world.
And screamed of inflexibility and control.
Even when he was standing around, seemingly relaxed, sliding his hand into his pants pocket, Emma could see the tightness of his jaw, the stiffness in his neck.
This was a man who didn’t give an inch.
But if he was as power-hungry in the bedroom as he was the boardroom, he’d likely give one hell of an orgasm.
She just needed to decide if she was up for it.
Tomorrow, she and Harper were sharing a table at the New York Book Conference. It would be a long day on their feet, signing readers’ books and networking with other authors.
Emma couldn’t wait.
She’d flown to New York from Chicago for the once-a-year event. Emma went every year and was thrilled Harper now lived in the state so they could hang out for a while before attending.
Assuming she’d read the room right—or rather Logan, who was here for his grandmother’s funeral—he was offering to play out a scene with her from her upcoming book.
So to speak.
Was he?
Or rather, could she say no?
This was the second time Emma had met Logan Dufort and the second time her panties had ended up soaked within minutes of being near him.
Sitting through an entire evening with those dark blue eyes following her every move had her heart rate elevated and thighs clenching. Every time she picked up her wine glass, she wasn’t sure if she was going to drop it or toss it across the room and beg him to fuck her right there and then.
The worst part?
Logan was absolutely aware how he was affecting her. It was in the way his lips slightly—ever so slightly—twitched and his eyes sparkled with a naughty knowing.
Emma’s body shivered as another one of those subtle smirks found their way to her behind his wine glass.
