Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)
“What’s his name?”
“Archer Daring. Don’t laugh.”
“How about if I say it as Daring Archer. Can I laugh then?” Logan immediately bursts out laughing, of course.
“Fine, laugh. I’m excited, though.”
“What did he say exactly?”
I recount the conversation quickly. I expected him to share my exuberance; instead, his expression is grim.
“People don’t go around offering partnership deals like that.”
“Well, he didn’t say it’s a done deal. Just hinted he’s interested.”
“Be careful, okay? I want you to keep me informed of every step you take.”
I look at my toes. “Why? You don’t trust my judgment enough to let me decide on my own?”
“That’s not true, Nadine. I want the best for you.”
“Fine, I’ll keep you informed. But you stay out of this.”
Logan remains silent.
“Promise me,” I press.
“Fine, I promise.”
I debate whether I should tell him that Archer asked me out on a date. I go for honesty though he’ll dislike Archer even more.
“He also asked me out,” I confess.
Logan’s jaw ticks. “Okay. I’ll stay out of it right after I punch him. Where is he?”
“Nothing like some jealousy to take the gentle out of gentleman, and bring the cave in,” I mutter to myself. “Relax, Logan. I told him I’m seeing someone.”
“Doesn’t make me want to punch him any less.”
“It’s your fault for giving me naughty ideas,” I say coyly. “He probably felt the sexy vibes from my commando situation.”
“That’s it.” His eyes glint with desire as he steps closer, eying my mouth. I lick my lips to egg him on. The air between us instantly charges with sexual tension. Logan steps closer, and my knees weaken as his warm breath caresses my lips. “You’re mine, Nadine. Every inch of you is mine. Now, let’s go home and I’ll show you.”
This time, I don’t argue.
Chapter Sixteen
Nadine
On Saturday, Logan and I head to the shop to finish setting up the back room, where I’ll keep my inventory. For now, I’ve only brought half of the boxes stacked with expensive designer dresses from my apartment. I’ll bring the rest after we finish today.
We’re done by late afternoon, and then drive Logan’s car to my place so we can load the boxes.
When we arrive in front of the building, it’s clear we won’t be able to park nearby, and Logan says, “Why don’t you go in and start preparing everything? I’ll come up after I find a place to park.”
“Sure.”
I exit the car, heading inside with a dance in my step. My fingers tingle with the temptation of checking my email, to see if any of the bloggers wrote about my designs already, but I keep myself in check. I'm ridiculous. They all must have better things to do on a Saturday. Still, the temptation is here, and it’s nearly irresistible.