Kicking Reality

Don’t look at his body.

Ignore the pack of abs screaming ‘lick me.’

I smile politely, then walk in holding my breath then letting it go when I scan the room. Logan is a complete neat freak, the opposite of Ash. He made his own bed and even hung the towels in the bathroom. The room is modern, drapes open slightly to allow the morning sun. I turn back around to face him.

“Did I miss the memo to work out?” he jokes.

I try to hide my smirk but it’s impossible, especially as he stands there tempting me so bad.

“Did I miss the memo to join the Swedish hot-tub club?”

Logan chuckles, his wide grin accentuating his strong jawline. “I was taking a shower.”

“How convenient of you?” I say, holding his gaze.

A look passes between us, and not to show how uncomfortable I am, I walk to the window and pretend to be looking at the view. I had to admit it is stunning, the Hollywood Hills in the distance and blue skies gracing us on the beautiful spring day.

As I look around, I notice a couple in the apartment block the next street over. They’re inside what looks like a living room and the chick is on all fours as a guy eats her out from behind.

“Oh my God!” I gasp, covering my mouth instantly.

“What?” Logan stands behind me, a little too close. I could feel the towel touching my yoga pants.

“That couple.” I point.

“Oh yeah . . . them.”

“Oh yeah them?” I repeat. “You’ve been here a day and you’re talking about them like you’re besties.”

“They caught my eye yesterday. Although, he had his cock in her ass that time.”

My eyes widen, the heat rising beneath my skin. Logan mentioning the word cock just did something to me that needed to be restrained or I would jump him with that towel on.

“Nice.”

He laughs, placing his hands on my shoulder while massaging them gently. “There’re many words to describe being ass-fucked but nice is probably not one of them.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I admit, immediately regretting it. “Wow! Those palm trees are tall!”

He turns me around, his stance intimidating me.

“You don’t go from telling me you’ve never had a dick in your ass to the height of palm trees.”

“Uh . . . whatever.” I roll my eyes at him. “I bet you’ve fucked a million girls that way, man-whore.”

Logan continues to laugh irritating me further. “Believe it or not, no. When I fuck I want it over and done with. Out of my apartment.”

“Nice,” I say again, with a fake smile.

“That’s not nice, Emmy. I sense some jealously in your voice.”

“Me?” I point to my chest. “Jealous of what? I know what you’re like, Logan. It’s not a secret. I came here to talk because you wanted to talk. So talk.” I fold my arms, keeping myself protected.

“You’re hot when you’re angry. Do you know that?”

“Yes I do,” I respond with sarcasm.

He rubs his chin, making it hard for me not to notice the playful grin he continues to maintain.