The Revenge Games Duet

So with my cap down and shades on, I wait in the elevator with two teenage girls who have just been in the pool. They’re wearing almost matching bikinis which barely hide their assets.

“Oh my God, Livvy, did you know Logan Carrington’s staying at this hotel? Maddie said she saw him in the lobby yesterday.”

“Are you kidding?” She places her hand on her heart, chewing gum at a fast pace. “O.M.G. that means he’s probably with Ashley Chase. I swear I would blow him in a heartbeat.”

I’m secretly dying in the corner. The elevator is ridiculously slow and hearing about your brother being blown is enough to hurl.

“They are so hot,” she squeals. “We should go find them.”

“I think I saw them coming out of their room on level five,” I tell them, keeping my face hidden.

In the corner of my eye, I see them look at each other.

“Are you trying to find them, too?”

“Me?” I laugh. “No. I’m not into celebrities at all, I think they’re sell-outs.”

The comment is enough to put the girls off surely, but no, they exit on level five on the hunt for their soccer stars. I exit on level twenty-two, taking a left and hoping I don’t run into Ash. They’re on the same floor but in different rooms—a request from Logan because Ash snores like a freight train.

The door to room 609 is in front of me. Knocking gently, I wait for any sounds of life before knocking a little harder. The door opens and Logan’s standing in the entrance, wearing a towel around his waist with his hair dripping wet.

Don’t look at his body.

Ignore the pack of abs screaming ‘lick me.’

I smile politely then walk in holding my breath, letting it go when I scan the room. Logan’s a complete neat freak, the total opposite of Ash. He’s 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 badly. “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 have to admit it is stunning. The Hollywood Hills in the distance and blue skies gracing us on this 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 can 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 does something to me that needs to be restrained or I will jump him with that towel on. “Nice.”

He laughs, placing his hands on my shoulders then massages 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.”