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and lifted his own glass. “I don’t think that will be a problem. Plus, he doesn’t seem the type.”
Cole’s eyebrow rose, as Logan took a quick sip of his drink, “I think he’s pissed about something else entirely.”
As Cole placed his empty glass on the counter, he narrowed his eyes at Logan. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay, then just be careful.”
“Okay,” Logan added as he signaled for another round.
This time though, Amelia stepped forward, and she proceeded to flirt outrageously with them as they chatted and drank their second drink—Tate free.
* * *
Finally, closing time.
Amelia had gone out the back around ten minutes earlier to do God knows what, and Tate was doing a final round of the bar tables and booths. As he made his way down the side row, he saw that someone was waiting in the last booth, and he knew instinctively that it was Logan.
The two of them hadn’t had any more interactions throughout the evening, and when he had seen Logan leave with the blond guy, Tate had figured that would be the end of that. But as he moved to keep walking past the booth, ignoring Logan completely, Tate was out of luck.
“Not even a hello tonight? You are mad at me.”
Tate stopped and looked down to where Logan was sitting, relaxed into the side of the booth. He had an arm up on the back of the seat, and his suit jacket was undone, showing off his white shirt and blue tie. Tate also noticed a glass between Logan’s fingertips. Amelia must have served him before heading out the back.
“I said it earlier when you were at the bar.”
“Well, you didn’t say it to me. You said it to Cole.”
Tate glared at the man staring up at him, and with the mood he was in, he decided it was better to walk away, so he did just that. Tate made his way around the wall separating the two main rooms of the bar before he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
Spinning around quickly, as though he had anticipated the touch, Tate almost ran into Logan as he came face-to-face with him.
Tate gritted his teeth, and as calmly as he could, he stated, “You need to take your hand off me—around four seconds ago. You have a nasty habit of taking liberties.”
“I have a lot of nasty habits. Want me to tell you about them?” Logan countered, removing his hand.
Tate felt his blood starting to boil. “You don’t fucking quit do you?”
“What can I say? I don’t like to lose.”
Tate had finally had enough of the cocky attitude and decided it was about time to put Logan in his place. Moving forward, he snarled, “Well, you aren’t going to win anything here. I’m not interested in this little game you’re playing. I work here. You drink here. That is where it ends.”
Tate felt his ears ringing as Logan licked his lips and argued right back. “Are you so sure about that?”
Disconcerted, Tate fumed, “Am I sure I don’t want to have sex with you? Yes.” Pausing, he took a tense breath, and before he thought better of it, he continued, “Surprisingly, I don’t want to fuck you, and I don’t want to be the third invite to your party of three. So, stop licking your lips like you want to suck my dick.”
It wasn’t until Logan raised his hands, palms up, that Tate realized he’d backed Logan up against the wall.
“You’re pretty pissed off, Tate. What’s wrong? Afraid you might like it? How do you know unless you try?”
Tate took a step back from the man who was radiating as much heat from his body as he was. But where his was from anger, Tate was positive Logan’s was from something else entirely, and for some fucking reason, that thought was making him hotter by the second.
Instead of acknowledging his body’s meltdown, Tate grabbed a hold of the emotion he understood and let the anger thrum through him. “That’s your motto, right? To try everything once? Well, newsflash, some people just know they won’t like something.”
With the adrenaline coursing through his
Cole’s eyebrow rose, as Logan took a quick sip of his drink, “I think he’s pissed about something else entirely.”
As Cole placed his empty glass on the counter, he narrowed his eyes at Logan. “Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay, then just be careful.”
“Okay,” Logan added as he signaled for another round.
This time though, Amelia stepped forward, and she proceeded to flirt outrageously with them as they chatted and drank their second drink—Tate free.
* * *
Finally, closing time.
Amelia had gone out the back around ten minutes earlier to do God knows what, and Tate was doing a final round of the bar tables and booths. As he made his way down the side row, he saw that someone was waiting in the last booth, and he knew instinctively that it was Logan.
The two of them hadn’t had any more interactions throughout the evening, and when he had seen Logan leave with the blond guy, Tate had figured that would be the end of that. But as he moved to keep walking past the booth, ignoring Logan completely, Tate was out of luck.
“Not even a hello tonight? You are mad at me.”
Tate stopped and looked down to where Logan was sitting, relaxed into the side of the booth. He had an arm up on the back of the seat, and his suit jacket was undone, showing off his white shirt and blue tie. Tate also noticed a glass between Logan’s fingertips. Amelia must have served him before heading out the back.
“I said it earlier when you were at the bar.”
“Well, you didn’t say it to me. You said it to Cole.”
Tate glared at the man staring up at him, and with the mood he was in, he decided it was better to walk away, so he did just that. Tate made his way around the wall separating the two main rooms of the bar before he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
Spinning around quickly, as though he had anticipated the touch, Tate almost ran into Logan as he came face-to-face with him.
Tate gritted his teeth, and as calmly as he could, he stated, “You need to take your hand off me—around four seconds ago. You have a nasty habit of taking liberties.”
“I have a lot of nasty habits. Want me to tell you about them?” Logan countered, removing his hand.
Tate felt his blood starting to boil. “You don’t fucking quit do you?”
“What can I say? I don’t like to lose.”
Tate had finally had enough of the cocky attitude and decided it was about time to put Logan in his place. Moving forward, he snarled, “Well, you aren’t going to win anything here. I’m not interested in this little game you’re playing. I work here. You drink here. That is where it ends.”
Tate felt his ears ringing as Logan licked his lips and argued right back. “Are you so sure about that?”
Disconcerted, Tate fumed, “Am I sure I don’t want to have sex with you? Yes.” Pausing, he took a tense breath, and before he thought better of it, he continued, “Surprisingly, I don’t want to fuck you, and I don’t want to be the third invite to your party of three. So, stop licking your lips like you want to suck my dick.”
It wasn’t until Logan raised his hands, palms up, that Tate realized he’d backed Logan up against the wall.
“You’re pretty pissed off, Tate. What’s wrong? Afraid you might like it? How do you know unless you try?”
Tate took a step back from the man who was radiating as much heat from his body as he was. But where his was from anger, Tate was positive Logan’s was from something else entirely, and for some fucking reason, that thought was making him hotter by the second.
Instead of acknowledging his body’s meltdown, Tate grabbed a hold of the emotion he understood and let the anger thrum through him. “That’s your motto, right? To try everything once? Well, newsflash, some people just know they won’t like something.”
With the adrenaline coursing through his
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