Chapter 308

Megan

I laugh as Logan tells me what had happened when he met Carl in Spain and how Carl had shaved his eyebrows and made him think they’d slept together. We’ve been here for over an hour, and I’m on my fourth cocktail. I’m not sure how many drinks Logan’s had; I think he’s had a few more.

“How did you not know?” I ask as I place my hand on my stomach. It aches from laughing so much.

“Have you ever gone out with Carl? I got ridiculously drunk. I don’t even remember the night. Waking up in a hotel room with other people in bed with me, I don’t know what I did,” he says, and I giggle to myself.

“I’m sorry, I’m still picturing you with no eyebrows,” I say, making me laugh. Logan smirks as he shakes his head at me.

“It wasn’t funny; I had an important meeting two days later,”

“Carl may be annoying, but he’s hilarious,” I say as I finish my drink. “You should have seen him when Ella was born; he kept taking her to the park, and I thought he was doing it to help me sleep. It turns out he was picking up girls,” I state. “Apparently, my daughter is a babe magnet,” I tell him.

“I honestly don’t think he can sink any lower, using a baby to pull,” he says while shaking his head.

“I said that. He said it was a win-win for everyone, I get to sleep, Ella gets to spend time with her favourite uncle, he gets laid, and the girl gets a good time. With that logic, it was hard to argue with him,” I look around, and I see the sign for the toilets. “I need to use the ladies room,” I say and slowly stand up as the room tilts a little. “I’ve had too much to drink,” I say and look at Logan to see him looking at me. “Stop looking at me like that,”

“Like what?” he asks, looking up at me with a small smile. He leans forward and moves his hand up my thigh, pulling me closer to him.

“Like you want to screw me on this table,” I say and move his hand from my thigh.

“That’s because I do,” he says and leans back with his arms outstretched on the back of the seat. His eyes move up and down my body as he bites his bottom lip. “I’m still trying to figure out where your other piercings are,”

“Keep trying,” I tease as I move out of the booth to head to the ladies room.

I button up my high-waisted jeans when I hear some girls talking about Logan. All we’re doing is having drinks and having fun, but I know we’re flirting. It’s bound to happen. As long as we keep it harmless, we’ll be OK. Walking out of the stall, I go to the sink to wash my hands.

“He looks super hot,” one of the girls say.

“There’s a girl with him,” her friend said.

“Ugh, I know, she’s good-looking too,” the girl says. I glance at them, and I see them look at me and then realise I’m the girl they’re talking about. I smile a little and move to dry my hands. “Sorry,”

“Don’t be; we’re just friends,” I say and look in the mirror to check my makeup. I take my lip gloss out and add a light layer.

“No woman is just friends with a man like that,” one of them says. I shake my head at them.

“Enjoy your night,” I tell them as I walk out.

Walking back to our table, Logan is sitting, texting someone on his phone. I sit down and notice another round of drinks on the table. Logan places his phone down and moves his arm over my shoulders. I feel his hand move down my back to one of the belt loops of my jeans. I frown and feel him lean toward me a little.

“I have something to tell you,” he says in my ear. The feeling of his breath on my neck makes me think of his mouth a lot closer.

“What?” I ask, looking at him. I reach for my new drink and take a sip with the straw as he moves his other hand on my thigh.

“Mark is sitting at the other side of the room, glaring at us,” I frown and glance slyly in that direction, and he’s right. “What do you think he’s thinking right now?” he asks. I shrug, “He’s been here since we came in,”

“Has he?” I ask.

“Yeah, right now he thinks I’m whispering something sexual to you,”

“Like what?” I ask as I feel myself become hot. He trails his fingers up my back.

“Like how I want to lick every part of your body and wrap my tongue around that nipple ring of yours,” his hand on my thighs moves up my leg. I lick my lips as I feel my mouth become a little dry. “Or how I want to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until all you can do is scream my name,” if anyone else had said that to me, I’d be a bit disgusted, but it’s Logan, and I can’t help but get turned on by his words. “And that’s just with my tongue,”

“Logan,” I say and move my hand to his shirt. “I think we’ve had too much,” my voice comes out breathy, letting him know just what he does to me. I take a sip of my drink, hoping it will cool my body down.

“Or not enough,” he says as he takes a sip of his drink. “Oh, he’s coming over,”

“You did that on purpose,” I say to him.

“I always turn you on, on purpose,” he says.

“I’m not-” he cuts me off.

“Don’t lie. You’ll make me want to spank you,” he whispers in my ear.

“Promises will get you nowhere,” I say to him, making him chuckle and lean back. His hands move my leg over his. I look to where Mark is to see that he’s nearly at our table.

“Does he make you as wet as I do?” Logan asks.

“Behave,” I tell him before taking a sip of my drink.

“That’s a no,” he says, and I can’t help but smile a little, but I try to hide it in my glass as Mark stops in front of our table.

“Hey,” Mark says

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here,” I say.

“Obviously,” he says and glances at Logan before turning his attention back to me. “I thought you were working,”

“I was, Logan, offered to take me for a couple of drinks,” I tell him and feel Logan’s hand move on my leg. Mark notices.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asks.

“I need to take a leak anyway,” Logan says and moves away from me. I don’t miss the slight smirk on his face as he leaves.