Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Logan was so fucking mission oriented.
Maybe he should have been a CIA spy. He would have obviously been a killer spy. In another life…
But, better to focus on his current life. His current mission. His mission goals.
Step one…Get Charlotte to marry me.
Done.
Step two…Fuck her until she screams my name.
Done. In the most exceedingly pleasurable way possible. Hell, yes. Done. Done. Done.
Step three…Convince her to fall in love with me.
And, amazingly enough, done. She’d just said the words. Sure, sure, his lovely Charlotte had probably thought he was asleep, and he had been well on his way to dreamland after two insane orgasms, but he’d heard her words. No taking them back now.
I could love you. I do love you.
No way on earth he was going to let her get away from him now. So, that just left one final step in his mission.
Kill the bastard who drugged her.
It was time to put the sonofabitch in the ground.
Then Logan would live happily ever after with his beautiful spy.
Done.