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“Hey.”
I entered the room, my footsteps echoing through the space. The kitchen was unbelievable—packed with top-of-the-line appliances, the equipment rivaling what one might find in the back of a chic restaurant.
“Just came in for a little snack.”
He raised his sandwich a bit. “Great minds think alike.”
I paused. “Sorry if you wanted some alone time. I can leave.”
He shook his head. “Not at all. Just catching up on the news. You want me to call the staff in to make something?”
“Nah. Cooking for yourself is underrated.”
He gestured toward the fridge and pantry. “Help yourself. I’m not much of a chef, so it’s sandwiches for me.”
“That sounds kind of good, actually.”
I went over to the fridge, taking out some cold cuts and cheese, along with mayo and mustard. Once those were out, I found some bread and with all the ingredients in hand, went to work.
Logan picked his tablet back up, but I could feel his gaze flicking over to me as I assembled my sandwich. Truth be told, I kind of liked it. His stare burned in the best way possible, my pussy clenching at the idea of him looking at me.
“How’s your maid?” he asked.
I cleared my throat, keeping my eyes on my food in order to not make the sexual tension between us even worse.
“She’s not my maid. Marta was my nanny when I was younger, but now, she’s my friend.”
“Fair enough. How’s your friend?”
“She’s fine.” The words came out perhaps a bit sharper than I’d intended. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about anything.
He chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Just wondering why you’re being so defensive with me.”
In the middle of spreading the mayo on my bread, I set down the knife and looked up at him with a harsh glare.
“Are you kidding? How about the fact that I’m your prisoner here? How about the fact that, as long as I’m here, I’m less a person and more a tool to be used in some petty squabble between you and my father?”
Logan said nothing for several moments, his eyes on me as he let the silence linger in the air. Logan appeared to have no issue with tension. More than that, he seemed skilled at using it to his advantage.
He set down his tablet and his sandwich, then got up from his seat and walked over to me, his eyes still locked on mine as he made his way around the kitchen island.
He waited until he was near to speak, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.
“Is that what you think is going on here?” he asked. “Is that what you think I did on the plane?”
He didn’t raise his voice in the slightest, he didn’t have to. Logan was so close to me that he could speak in a low tone and I could still easily hear him, the deepness of his voice resonating in my bones. I was turned on, my breaths short and shallow.
“Yes.” I couldn’t say anything more than that.
“Funny that you think that I used you, when I know you’d be more than willing to do it again.” He leaned in, close enough that I was certain he was about to kiss me. “Am I wrong?”
My heart was thudding in my chest, my pussy throbbing and soaking wet.
I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him that he wasn’t wrong, that I wanted him like mad.
