A Forever Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 1)

I took another sip to steady my nerves. I was having a hard time not staring at him. “Have you spoken with your father yet?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I have a meeting with him tomorrow. I'm very hopeful about it, though. Your idea is perfect for Travel, Inc. I'm really looking forward to getting to work with you.”

“Me too,” I replied, feeling a blush warming my cheeks. I wanted to do more than just work with him. I looked up at him, and the look on his face said he wanted more too. The fact that we were out for drinks before he spoke to his father implied that this wasn't a business meeting. The butterflies in my stomach danced for joy, and I took another sip of champagne to quiet them.

“So,” he said, clearing his throat. “You said you've never been here before? Not on a date or anything?”

“I've been so busy getting my business started that I haven't had time to go on dates,” I explained. I paused to take another sip of champagne and looked up coyly from my drink. “If you're trying to fin

d out, I'm not currently seeing anyone.”

Logan coughed a little on his drink, blushing slightly. He patted his chest and cleared his throat. “That's good to know,” he said with a smirk. “I'm glad to know I didn't get dressed up for nothing.”

Now it was my turn to blush. There was a silence for a moment as our eyes remained locked. “So?” I asked.

“So, what?” he asked back.

“So... are you currently seeing anyone?”

He laughed and my heart fluttered. “Ms. Statler, you haven't done your research very well.”

My jaw dropped a little bit. “I could say the same about you! Besides, I only looked up your company, not you. I thought that was the most polite way about doing things.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe I already knew that you weren't seeing anyone.”

I laughed as I rolled my eyes, then I looked back at him. His look was a little too serious. I lifted my eyebrows, as if to ask the question again.

“Yes, Olivia, I'm single,” he said with a smile. He looked at the curtain over the balcony at the dance floor. “And now that that business is out of the way, here's a question I couldn't find the answer to. Do you dance?”

I glanced down at the dance floor. People were dancing and gyrating below us. Everyone was having a great time. “Oh, no. No way.”

He laughed. “What's the matter? Didn't have fun in college?”

I laughed and threw back the rest of my glass of champagne. When I put the glass down, I said, “I had plenty of fun in college. This just wasn't my scene.”

“What about now?” he asked.

“Now?”

“Do you have fun now?”

I laughed again. “Sometimes it seems like all I do is work. But, yes, I have fun.”

“Okay, then let's have some fun.” He stood, holding his hand out for me. I smiled and accepted it, letting him lead the way as I slowly walked behind him in my heels. He moved with a smooth confidence that I enjoyed watching. Even after he got us past the curtain to the VIP room, the crowd seemed to part for him as he walked toward the stairs.

Both of us were getting glances from the entire floor, and I knew exactly why. We were a sexy couple, even if we weren't technically together. I wasn't used to the attention, but I enjoyed their looks.

We slowly descended the stairs and Logan continued to lead me toward the dance floor. I was actually getting pretty nervous by the time we finally made our way past the last table and onto the raised floor. He didn't stop there, though, he kept going, straight toward the center of the dance floor, melting into the crowd.

When he got to his destination, he turned to me. His eyes gave me a quick once-over, a hungry glance, before he leaned in and put his hands on my hips. Immediately, I could feel them gripping me through the soft fabric of my dress.

My hips began to sway as he guided me through the motions, keeping in perfect time with the tempo. I never considered myself to be a good dancer, but it was easy with Logan. My body responded to his, finding the rhythm of the music as it thrummed through me. I could help but look down at his hips moving, wondering what they'd look like without those fantastic pants on top of them, thrusting to the beat of the music. The thought shocked me a little bit, so I looked back into his eyes. They were still looking at me with that hungry look.

I didn't look away. I looked right back at him, putting my hand over his shoulder and drawing him in closer to me. We seemed to be matched in perfect time for a moment. Even when the song changed, he didn't seem to miss a beat, just changing his tempo as we continued to dance.

It was a perfect moment. Too perfect, it seemed. An exotic looking woman in a tight dress danced over near us. She ignored me as she put her hands in her hair and began to dance up against Logan, showing him just how interested she was. My mouth dropped as I looked at her, and she gave me a quick look like she had already decided that she didn't care what I thought. She was absolutely supermodel gorgeous and she was going after Logan like a lioness. She didn't even consider me a threat.

Logan surprised me. Normally I would expect a man to react, positively or negatively. I expected him to turn and either begin to dance with her or tell her that he wasn't interested. However, his eyes never left my body. His hands never left my sides. He completely ignored her, acting like she didn't exist. Even when she leaned in and whispered something in his ear, he never reacted. He was fixated on me.