Chapter 13

-Emory-

I must admit that I was relieved when Logan picked up the tab for dinner, but now any happy feeling is drowning in nerves as I try to figure out how to tell him I want to… continue the night… without sounding like a weirdo. It would be easier if I wanted him in my apartment instead of wanting to go to his, but judging by his car - with a driver included- and the clothes I always see him in, I have a feeling his place will be a lot more comfortable. The last thing I need is my neighbors chiming in on us like I’ve heard them do to each other. I would die of embarrassment before we could even get to the good stuff. Though, earlier was pretty good already… I haven’t had anyone at my place since I moved to the city, and the dating pool in Spruce Pine was limited, to say the least. I haven’t had any urbane, sewing my oats experiences, and I’m not exactly sure how they’re supposed to go.

“So, little rose, we have a choice here. You can go home and we can talk tomorrow, or you can come to my place for a nightcap. Which would you like to do?” I try not to sag in relief at hearing he’s on the same page as me at this moment. Cora encouraged me to get some tonight, and with all the chemistry we have together I really did want to get together with him tonight. Back home it would be considered fast to sleep together on the first date, but does it really count like that when we’ve been seeing each other after work? When he’s walked me home and we’ve clicked so well? I think we’re moving just fast enough.

“I’d love a nightcap.” Hopefully he doesn’t actually mean a drink, because I don’t know if I can wait much longer. I’m very aware that I got my mind blown and he hasn’t gotten anything blown by me yet.

"Excellent. Davison, can you take us back to my place?” The chauffeur nods and pulls smoothly onto the road. Meanwhile, my blood is slowly coming to a boil inside me and I’m not sure what to do with my hands or where to look now. “Don’t be shy now, baby. You responded so beautifully earlier that I just can’t get enough.” He trails a finger from one shoulder, across my clavicle, to the other shoulder, and back. “See? Look at these goosebumps, Emory. We are going to be explosive together. We couldn’t be any other way even if we wanted to.” His voice deepens to a low growl as I fight and eventually lose to the shiver traveling up my back at his touch. I can already feel my brain fogging over again because of his dirty mouth.

I come back to myself a little when Davison stops the car in front of a giant, modern building. The doorman nods as he lets us in, and Logan tows me across a gorgeous lobby full of marble and stark colors and tasteful water features straight to the elevator. I wish I had a moment to absorb the color choices and brands the designer went with before we’re on our way up, but Logan and I are in such a hurry that I just get a blurred impression of ‘Old Money Tasteful’ before the mirrored doors shut in front of us. The second the door closes, he has me against the wall. Our mouths are melded before I can take a breath to think and all I can feel or taste or smell is Logan. Somehow he hears the ding of the elevator arriving at his floor- how did he even press the button without missing a step in this seduction?- and we’re walking straight into a penthouse destined for Better Homes and Gardens. I finally manage to take in my surroundings a little just inside his front room. Comfortable I’d thought. I’d expected the quality in the tile and the art on the walls. What I hadn’t expected was a chandelier in the entryway of a penthouse. Logan must manage a lot more projects than I thought.

“I’ll give you the tour later.” Logan murmurs into my ear just before he bites my earlobe. He groans as I shiver against him. “For now, there’s only one room I want to show you.” Suddenly, I’m spinning as he turns me to face him and then tosses me over his shoulder.

“Logan! I’m too heavy!” I squeal, flailing to find some purchase as he walks quickly to his room. I turn at the waist to try and see his face, or at least the back of his neck. I can’t believe he’s basically jogging with me on his shoulder without a single sign of strain. I’m having a harder time with it than he is, honestly.

“None of that now- the squirming and the talk of being too heavy are both forbidden from here on out.” He punctuates his autocratic order with a smack to my ass hard enough to make me squeak, and his interested chuckle adds anger to the heat already building in my blood. If that’s how it is… I figure turnabout is fair play and reach down to grab his butt with both hands. His growl floats over his shoulder as he moves even faster up a set of stairs. I’ve never heard a man sound so… animalistic before, but I like it more and more. I catch myself planning to bite his ass later. We’ll both be animals together.