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veins, Tate didn’t even think to move as Logan pushed off the wall and came closer.
“Again, you didn’t answer the question. How do you know—unless you try?”
Tate tried to think of something, anything , to say in response, but he had nothing, so he stayed stubbornly silent.
“Because Tate, for someone who isn’t interested, your body certainly has different ideas. I’m all about doing what feels good. You see, I’ve never had a left-handed hand job, but I’m almost positive I would love it.”
Without even thinking, Tate raised his hands and shoved hard against Logan’s shoulders. The man didn’t budge. Instead, his eyes turned from the usual cocky blue to a steely don’t-fuck-with-me gray.
“You get to do that once. Unless the next time you shove me violently, it’s to fuck me against a wall, you got it?”
Tate jammed his hands into his pockets, disgusted with himself for reacting as he had. Glaring at Logan, he tried to rein in his bitter contempt—for the man before him, himself, or the situation he was now in, he wasn’t sure. “Stay away from me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why? I don’t even like you.”
“Your cock says otherwise. Stop fighting so hard, Tate.”
Logan brushed by him, and their shoulders met.
Tate couldn’t bring himself to look at Logan as he heard, “And just try.”
Before Tate could say anything else, Logan moved past him and disappeared from the bar, leaving him with about fifty-thousand questions and not one good goddamn answer.
Chapter Six
Two days later, Logan was sitting in the conference room, listening to Cole trying to placate one of their clients. She was a tall, dark-haired woman around five-eight, if he had to guess, and she was dressed like a sexy librarian or perhaps a schoolteacher. She was wearing a white pencil skirt, ending just above her knee, with a little black blouse and a red cardigan over it. The overall look was sexy and demure, and it made Logan want to yank her skirt up and lay her back on the conference table.
Maybe then she would leave satisfied, and the morning would be over quickly.
He wasn’t a fan of dealing with ugly divorces, but Cole was about to leave town with Rachel for a couple of days, and he’d assured Logan that this particular case was pretty much over, it just needed to be wrapped up. Today was about tying up loose ends and finally signing on the dotted line.
Logan was already bored.
He much preferred working with businesses than petty husbands and wives with trivial issues. That was part of the job though, and right now, as he looked down at his watch, the defendant still hadn’t shown.
“I’m sure he will be here soon,” Cole assured their client.
Seated in the corner of the room on a couch pushed up against the window, Logan watched her patience wear thin as she paced back and forth.
“Yes, I’m sure. He’s always so punctual. He can’t even be on time for something important.”
“The guy is probably avoiding this,” Logan thought.
And then, he realized he’d said it out loud.
The woman spun around to pin him with an icy look, and Logan shut his mouth real quick, but that was more due to the glare Cole was throwing his way than pissing her off.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, anything but.
As the woman turned away from him, Logan let his focus shift to her ass, and he took a good, long look at it. Maybe he just needed to let go of his pursuit of Tate. The guy was obviously conflicted, not to mention furious at him. And this woman? Logan knew if he worked it right, he could have her within the hour, and in turn, satiate the ache that had been building in him for the last several days.
He had come to a final decision to do just that when a knock sounded, and the conference door opened. In walked a harried-looking, short, bald man. His suit was slightly crumpled, and he was shaking his head as he held the door open for, presumably, his client, the defendant.
“So sorry we’re
“Again, you didn’t answer the question. How do you know—unless you try?”
Tate tried to think of something, anything , to say in response, but he had nothing, so he stayed stubbornly silent.
“Because Tate, for someone who isn’t interested, your body certainly has different ideas. I’m all about doing what feels good. You see, I’ve never had a left-handed hand job, but I’m almost positive I would love it.”
Without even thinking, Tate raised his hands and shoved hard against Logan’s shoulders. The man didn’t budge. Instead, his eyes turned from the usual cocky blue to a steely don’t-fuck-with-me gray.
“You get to do that once. Unless the next time you shove me violently, it’s to fuck me against a wall, you got it?”
Tate jammed his hands into his pockets, disgusted with himself for reacting as he had. Glaring at Logan, he tried to rein in his bitter contempt—for the man before him, himself, or the situation he was now in, he wasn’t sure. “Stay away from me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why? I don’t even like you.”
“Your cock says otherwise. Stop fighting so hard, Tate.”
Logan brushed by him, and their shoulders met.
Tate couldn’t bring himself to look at Logan as he heard, “And just try.”
Before Tate could say anything else, Logan moved past him and disappeared from the bar, leaving him with about fifty-thousand questions and not one good goddamn answer.
Chapter Six
Two days later, Logan was sitting in the conference room, listening to Cole trying to placate one of their clients. She was a tall, dark-haired woman around five-eight, if he had to guess, and she was dressed like a sexy librarian or perhaps a schoolteacher. She was wearing a white pencil skirt, ending just above her knee, with a little black blouse and a red cardigan over it. The overall look was sexy and demure, and it made Logan want to yank her skirt up and lay her back on the conference table.
Maybe then she would leave satisfied, and the morning would be over quickly.
He wasn’t a fan of dealing with ugly divorces, but Cole was about to leave town with Rachel for a couple of days, and he’d assured Logan that this particular case was pretty much over, it just needed to be wrapped up. Today was about tying up loose ends and finally signing on the dotted line.
Logan was already bored.
He much preferred working with businesses than petty husbands and wives with trivial issues. That was part of the job though, and right now, as he looked down at his watch, the defendant still hadn’t shown.
“I’m sure he will be here soon,” Cole assured their client.
Seated in the corner of the room on a couch pushed up against the window, Logan watched her patience wear thin as she paced back and forth.
“Yes, I’m sure. He’s always so punctual. He can’t even be on time for something important.”
“The guy is probably avoiding this,” Logan thought.
And then, he realized he’d said it out loud.
The woman spun around to pin him with an icy look, and Logan shut his mouth real quick, but that was more due to the glare Cole was throwing his way than pissing her off.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, anything but.
As the woman turned away from him, Logan let his focus shift to her ass, and he took a good, long look at it. Maybe he just needed to let go of his pursuit of Tate. The guy was obviously conflicted, not to mention furious at him. And this woman? Logan knew if he worked it right, he could have her within the hour, and in turn, satiate the ache that had been building in him for the last several days.
He had come to a final decision to do just that when a knock sounded, and the conference door opened. In walked a harried-looking, short, bald man. His suit was slightly crumpled, and he was shaking his head as he held the door open for, presumably, his client, the defendant.
“So sorry we’re
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