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I huffed, and warm heat filled my cheeks. “Are you kidding me?!” I sounded hysterical, like the man had done more than take an awkwardly large box from my hands.
“Relax, sweetheart. I was just helping you out.”
I glared at him. “I didn’t need your help. I had the box just fine, thank you!” My breathing had sped up, and I tried to take a deep breath to slow it down.
“You should just say thank you.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head, expecting me to do just that.
I mirrored his stance. “You don’t always have to tell me what to do.”
“I’m kind of your boss.”
I snorted, the sound ending in a roar of laughter. “You aren’t my boss, and I’m not stupid. Give me a little bit of credit.”
His mouth opened and closed, searching for his argument for a moment before he gave up. The sound of the rack hitting the wall clanged around us when he framed me against the shelves, forcing my back into the metal.
“Just… stop talking,” he said before his lips crashed into mine.
The kiss was desperate. My lips warmed under his breath, and I ran my tongue along his bottom lip before gripping the fabric on his shirt and tugging him closer to me. Our mouths battled for control, and I got lost in the way his mouth made me forget I was angry at him.
You’re kissing Logan. Again.
I pushed him away, sucking in a deep breath. He licked his lips, and I already missed the feeling of them on mine. “We can’t do this. You don’t like me.” It sounded more hostile than intended, but he was the one that had said it less than a week ago.
“I don’t have to like you,” he said. Logan leaned in until his lips hovered over mine, and I froze. “I like kissing you.”
I liked kissing him too, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I wanted to slap him and push him away as badly as I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. The desire to scream built in my stomach, and I closed my eyes.
“This can’t happen again,” I said.
Logan nodded, holding still. “It’s going to, though. Don’t you think we both know it?”
“It can’t.” My voice was just a whisper. “I don’t like you either.” I think.
He laughed, flicking his tongue across my top lip and stepping back. “Fine. It doesn’t happen again.”
My stomach sank, knowing what he said was right. We both knew this wasn’t the last time. Grabbing a bag of the straws from the box, he led the way to the exit and back to the bar.
“Don’t forget to grab the towels,” he said over his shoulder when I nearly left them on the shelf against the far wall.
Chapter 15
Logan
The last gulp of my coffee was cold and bitter, and I was pretty sure there were a couple of coffee grounds that had snuck their way into the bottom of the pot. It was the same routine as always—I drank my coffee way too slowly and then took a hot shower. The caffeine was good, but it was the hot water that woke me up each day.
I reached in and turned the nozzle, scrolling through the social media feeds on my phone while I waited for the steam to fill the bathroom, letting me know the water was warm enough. Before that happened, my phone buzzed in my hand.
AUSTON: The walk-in door is fucked again.
I groaned. That meant dealing with service technicians.
ME: When are they coming to fix it?
AUSTON: Sometime tomorrow.
ME: How bad is it?
AUSTON: Just don’t let the door close behind you and you’ll be fine.
