Chapter 4
Logan
It was Friday night. All I could think of was that I wanted to have a few drinks, hook up with some random chick and bang her brains out to blow off some steam.
I really didn’t care who Andy hired as a yoga instructor, but I knew Andy would be pissed if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning for the meeting.
I rode my bike to a bar I liked eight blocks over.
The purr of the engine, the wind in my hair, and the cool evening air had me feeling better before the first sip of beer hit my lips.
There were several women in the bar I hadn’t seen in here before as well as a lot of the regulars, some I’d hooked up with, some I hadn’t.
Brandy was at the end of the bar. She could always be counted on to say yes, and she’d do whatever freaky shit I felt like.
She acted too clingy after each encounter for my liking though, so I’d only go home with her if there were no other prospects.
Woah, who was this gorgeous redhead? She had never been here before. And those green eyes, she looked like something straight from Ireland. I wanted to make my mission tonight to tap that, but I recognized her girlfriend. That chick avoided me like the plague.
Gia
I took another drink of my beer. I felt relaxed and happy for the first time in I didn’t know how long.
My friend Sara had come to my place an hour before and basically kidnapped me.
I’d called her earlier in the day and told her about the offer from the Stevens Street Gym to work there and run their yoga program.
My meeting with them at the gym was the following morning, and I was nervous about it.
I’d told her that I’d already decided I was going to take their job offer.
How could I not? It was a great offer, and I would soon be out of a job, not to mention a place to live, which their offer came with as well.
But what if I went there tomorrow and hated the place or the rest of the staff?
What if they weren’t interested in my opinion or suggestions?
They didn’t seem like they would be that way, but you never know.
Being the good friend that Sara was, she appeared at my door and interrupted my packing, insisting I needed a night out.
And here we were at one of Sara’s favorite dive bars. It was a typical neighborhood joint, with sports on the televisions, neon beer signs, dart boards, and plenty of colorful characters. It was Friday night, and the place was packed.
There was a waitress going from table to table, but she got delayed chatting with her regulars at each table.
My beer was almost gone. I glanced at the bar, contemplating going to it to get a refill, and my eyes landed on the most incredible deep blue eyes on a man that I had ever seen.
He had longish blond hair, not a mullet or anything like that, but locks that screamed he didn’t adhere to any kind of business norms with his appearance.
His face was attractive, and his body looked solid and well-built from what I could see of it.
“Gia?” Sara said, taking hold of my shoulder. Evidently, she’d been talking to me, and I was too enthralled with the view to hear her. Her eyes followed mine to the gorgeous man I stared at.
“That guy may be hot, but he’s the biggest man-whore I’ve ever seen. He leaves with a different woman every time I’ve seen him in here. Don’t mess with him, Gia. You’re better than that,” Sara warned me.
“What?” I said innocently. “Just because I am looking doesn’t mean I plan to go there.”
She wrapped her arm around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound that way. It’s just that I know it’s been a long time since you’ve been out looking, and I just don’t want you jumping into anything. I don’t want you to make a mistake with someone like him.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m looking for anything. You’re right, though. I know I’m rusty. It’s been six years since I’ve looked at a man in any way.” I paused and laughed. “I feel really stupid that I let it go on that long with Gary, but I am proud of myself for finally ending it.”
Sara embraced me more tightly. “I’m proud of you too.”
I tried to keep my eyes off the man that Sara had called a man-whore, but I couldn’t.
Yeah, he was hot, real hot. My beer was empty.
It had been empty for half an hour, but the server didn’t come around.
Sara had just gone to the bathroom. I went up to the bar, squeezing into the empty space next to him.
I placed my empty bottle on the bar with a five-dollar bill in my hand.
The man-whore made eye contact with me. His blue eyes were even more gorgeous this close up. His face was tanned and looked even more masculine than it had from my table. And his body! Oh. My. God. His thin t-shirt clung to his incredible abs. His arms were corded with muscles.
“Hi,” I said with a smile.
“Hello, yourself,” his smooth voice replied. His lips formed a flirtatious smile. I knew I had the same smile on my face.
I waited to see if he would say anything more or strike up a conversation. He didn’t. The bartender gave me a fresh beer. I stayed where I was and took a drink.
Sara rushed up to me, her phone in her hand. “Elly was in a car accident. She’s at the hospital. I’m sorry, I have to go!”
“Oh my God, is she okay?” I asked. Elly was her sister.
“I think so. She called me, needs a ride home. Come with me,” she urged. “We can do a sleepover at my place after I make sure she’s okay.”
I had my fresh beer, and I was standing next to this sex god, who I wanted to spend a few more minutes ogling.
At the very least, it would fuel some erotic dreams!
“I have so much to do tomorrow, Sara. I still have to get packed. I’m going to pass.
You go take care of your sister. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? ”
“Okay,” she agreed.
She gave me another hug, and I watched her rush to the door.
I turned my eyes back on the man-whore, as Sara had called him.
“I don’t like to drink alone; may I join you until my beer is gone?
” Yeah, it sounded lame, but I was very out of practice.
I hadn’t flirted with a stranger in a bar in six years!
He smiled and brought his bottle to his lips. My eyes watched him take a pull from his bottle. Even that was done in a very sexy way. “Suit yourself, little girl.” He reached his hand towards me. “I’m Logan.”
My eyes locked with his. I couldn’t look away. “Gia,” I said, taking his hand. I should have been pissed at how he called me little girl. I wasn’t though. It was sexy. I’m sure I was a little girl as far as he was concerned, and he most certainly was a big bad wolf.
“You don’t normally come in here, but I’ve seen your friend a few times.”
“Sara, yeah, this is one of her normal places. I don’t usually,” I paused.
Usually do what? I asked myself. No, I had been in a relationship for six years.
I never did this, went out with anyone but Gary.
And Gary wasn’t the go-to a dive bar kind of guy.
We went to upscale clubs. Logan was looking at me with expectation.
“I have only been in here once before. It’s a nice bar.
I’ll probably come more often with Sara.
” His eyebrow lifted. He must have taken that as flirting.
God! I was so out of practice. “So, at the risk of sounding like a cliché, you come in here often, huh?”
He laughed. It was a sexy rumble. His whole face lit. Damn, was he tempting. Man-whore or not, I couldn’t help but wonder what being with him would be like. Even just to be kissed by those lips, that were once again making love to his beer bottle, would be something I wouldn’t turn down.
He got another beer. I had half of mine left. “So, what are your plans after you finish that beer?”
My stomach jumped into my throat. “I have none,” was all I could think of to say. I knew I was being over friendly in the way my eyes locked onto his, and I just realized how I was leaning into him. Shit! I hope he didn’t think I was being too brazen.
His lips curved into the most erotic smile I’d ever seen. “It’s a shame your girlfriend had to run along. It’s early yet.”
“I didn’t say my night was over.” Yeah, I’d said it as an offer. I knew I was being flirtier than I had ever been with a guy. It felt good, felt sexy.
“Nope, sorry, little lady, but you’re a little white picket fence type. You have it written all over you. I don’t do relationships. I do one night, one incredible night if you can handle that, but I don’t think you can,” he said, and then he looked away and took a long pull from his beer.
“Fuck you,” I spat, anger surging through me.
His manner and tone were blatantly dismissive.
“How dare you assume you know what I want or don’t want?
I just got myself out of a long relationship, and the last thing I want is another, thank you very much.
The only question I have for you is, that one incredible night, is that just for you, or does that go both ways? ”
Logan’s blue eyes turned to ice and flew to mine. He looked shocked. Good! He was an egotistical asshole, a very sexy, confident asshole with an amazing body. It figures someone who looked like he did would have the arrogance he had.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m just trying to figure out how selfish are you? Are you like the typical guy who knows how to get himself off but doesn’t have a clue how or the desire to extend that favor to the woman he’s with?”
Logan leaned in close; his cheek grazed mine as he brought his lips to my ear. “Little girl, I will make you feel things you never knew were possible. When I’m done with your body, no other man will ever be able to make you come like I will. That is a promise.”
The heat of his breath on my ear, his cheek just barely touching mine, and his words sent zingers to all the most intimate places on my body. I felt my cheeks flush. “You’re not too conceited, are you?”