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God, what had Logan awakened in me when he’d taken my virginity?
I pushed the idea out of my head as I stepped into my panties. Once those were on, I went for a matching bra, along with some simple blue jeans and a comfortable, navy-blue hoodie. There was something about the idea of being dressed sexy underneath while comfy on the outside that was very appealing to me, like I had a secret I was keeping from Logan.
I dried my hair a bit more, putting it into a simple ponytail before leaving the bedroom and returning to the main space of the plane. My stomach tensed as I stepped into the room, knowing that Logan was there. He was seated at the small dining table off to the side, his laptop open in front of him, a small scattering of papers to his left. He was busy at work, glancing over to his laptop before jotting notes down onto the papers.
Suddenly, a smell greeted me—the delicious scent of cooked steak. I noticed that there was a plate to Logan’s left, a neat spread of steak along with some beans and rice and tortillas, a little dish of dark green sauce next to the plate.
It smelled really,reallygood.
Logan kept his attention on his work, not so much as turning his head to greet me.
I went to the bar, taking out a bottle of mineral water and cracking it open before sliding into a seat on the other side of the aisle. Logan stayed focused, the gentle scrawling of his pen on paper blending with the low roar of the engines.
We sat without speaking to one another, tension building in the air by the moment. At least, tension on my end. For all I knew Logan was so engrossed in his work that he hadn’t even noticed I was there. I sipped my water, casting glances out the window onto the carpeting of fluffy, white clouds, the shimmering blue ocean peeking through the breaks.
“There’s more if you want it.” Logan’s deep, powerful voice snapped me out of my daydreaming.
“Huh?”
Slowly, he set down his pen before turning to me.
“Food. Flank steak with chimichurri. It’s excellent. And there’s plenty if you want some.”
My stomach growled at the mention of food. “God, something to eat sounds great. I wasn’t hungry before, but I guess I worked up an appetite—”
I stopped myself, my face going red. Logan regarded me with a blank expression before chuckling to himself, then turning his attention back to his meal and work.
Without another word, he pressed a nearby button. The door to the front of the plane opened seconds later, a trim, pretty Latina woman who appeared no older than thirty-five stepping out, a warm smile on her face.
“Hello there,señorita! I’m Estella. Something I can get for you?”
Her English was perfect, aside from a slight accent. The fact that she spoke Spanish, however, gave me an idea.
“Tu hablas Español, si?” I asked.
Estella’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “You speak it?” she replied.
“Since I was a little girl. My nanny’s from Mexico.”
Logan perked up. I could sense that he realized that a conversation had started that he wasn’t able to understand or participate in.
Good.
“That’s so lovely to hear. I have to say, you speak it beautifully.”
I smiled. “That’s so nice of you to say.”
She matched my smile with one of her own. “Anyway, I made some food for the boss, and there’s plenty if you’d like some.”
“Chimichurri, right? I’dlovesome.”
“And to drink?”
I opened my mouth to say water, the only drink that Dad allowed me to have most of the time. No calories in water, after all. Before I said the word, a thought occurred to me.
“Is there Coke back there?”
“Sure is. Even got the good Mexican kind in the glass bottles with the real sugar.”
