Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

He’d beaten me to his place, and when I came in, he rose up from the couch. He hadn’t changed out of his suit. It looked like he’d gone straight to the fridge, grabbed a beer and waited for me.

I gave him a plain look. “Smooth.”

“Yeah, it sure was,” he responded. “Did anyone say anything about it to you?”

“Jamie’s convinced there’s something going on between us. Anyone say anything to you?”

He put the bottle down and trapped my waist in his hands, tipping his head down so he could set his forehead against mine. “No, but I don’t think anyone would. Is it going to be a problem?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, but I don’t know what we can do about it.”

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“It was a simple mistake.”

He probably expected me to slide my arms across his shoulders and press into him, but instead I remained, neither softening into him nor pushing him away.

“What’s going on?” His voice was concerned. “Have I done something else?”

“I don’t know.” No, wait, I did know what he’d done. “Chloe. Scarlet. Half of the accounting department.”

“What?”

“Is it true? That that’s the list of women you’ve slept with at the office?”

He tore his gaze away, guilty. The tension in his hands faded and released me. He slammed a huge sip of his beer. “I’d say that list is inaccurate.”

All of the breath left my lungs. “Inaccurate how?” Oh, god. “There are more?”

“No. I haven’t slept with half of the accounting department. Only Rachel.”

“But Scarlet and Chloe?”

He sighed. “Yes. Rachel was right after April, during my post-breakup phase.”

“Phase?”

“I lost my virginity to April, and I didn’t cheat on her. So, after we broke up . . .”

He went and fucked a lot of other women, making up for lost time. I followed him into the bedroom and his fingers worked to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Scarlet asked me out,” he continued, “the day after she gave her two weeks’ notice, and I hooked up with Chloe at Jemma’s New Year’s Eve party.”

Jemma, the accounts manager, was Jon’s second-in-command and the most outgoing person on the face of the earth. Sweet as could be, that girl could do anything, including inviting the entire office to her NYE bash. I’d already made plans with Blake, otherwise I would have gone too. Maybe I would have ended up kissing Logan that night instead of Blake.

“Are you upset I slept with a few women you happen to know, long before we got together?”

“No,” I said. “But you should’ve told me.”

He hung up his shirt, giving me a view of his hard abs and muscular arms, and it was so unfair that I was annoyed and yet turned on at the sight of him.

“You’re right. Okay, then, full disclosure. There’s one more person at the office I’ve slept with.”

My annoyance grew ten-fold. “Who?”

“You, naughty girl.” He undid his pants and stepped out, his eyes on me. “You forgive me, or do you want to stay like that and have angry sex?”

Had he actually said he was sorry? “I’m not angry, Logan.” Because, as usual, he was right. It seemed stupid to be mad at him for what he’d done before.