I see him watching me out of the side of his eye as he hits the hang up button on the touchscreen of the vehicle’s console. The sounds of soft, classical music fills the car once again. Beethoven.
I’m not usually one for this type of music, but I do find that i's easing the anxiety I feel in my stomach.
“You know,” I say, turning to look at him, “you can take the calls if you have to. I don’t mind.”
He glances over at me, and his lips quirk up into a smile. “I do. They can wait.”
My heart does a backflip. Logan is choosing me over what could be important business calls. It makes me feel special, but at the same time wary. I open my mouth to say something, and then pause. I’m not sure what I should say.
How about we stop this car and you fuck me right now? I think lustfully. I feel ashamed, but not as much as I did earlier. Not when he’s treating me like this. This makes things different. It makes them easier.
“Why didn’t you want to see me again?” Logan asks, breaking the silence.
“I never said I didn’t. It’s just that I was worried about my job and-”
“I’m talking about the note... In Vegas.” His voice is heavy, and I can almost feel his emotion. Pain laces my chest, and I cringe inwardly.
“Well you know what they say, what happens in Vegas…” I say, trying to make light of it, even though I feel guilty.
Logan chuckles, although it doesn’t seem genuine. “Indeed. Except, I didn’t stay in Vegas.”
He’s right about that.
The car slows at a red light and Logan looks out of the window, contemplating something. This car drives so damn smooth, it makes my Nissan Altima seem like a damn clunker. “So I was just a one-night stand?” he asks, turning to look at me.
I duck my head, wanting to hide in the backseat. “Yeah... something like that.”
Silence reigns between us for a moment and then he asks, “What about an office affair? Is that a fantasy of yours?”
Oh boy, I think to myself. I have a lot of fantasies, and I know you could fulfill every last one of them.
I want to say yes and tell him I’ll be his office slut, his whore, his... whatever he wants me to be, but I can’t find the strength to voice the words. Shit. I feel so damn conflicted about all this.
“It isn’t anything more than sex, Rose,” he tells me softly.
I suck in a breath filled with emotion. I love the way he calls me Rose. It makes me feel… special. But it couldn’t just be sex for me. Not now. I feel too... I’m scared to admit.
The light turns green and he drives up several blocks before turning into a recently paved restaurant parking lot. It’s a large, modern-looking building and looks like it cost a pretty penny to build.
This is probably where all the rich folk go, I think to myself. A small thrill goes through me. I’ve never had a man spend more than a couple of hundred bucks on me and I’m sure Logan is about to drop that much on one meal like it’s nothing. After everything, I would think I’d feel guilty about this, but I don’t. I’m excited to be taken to dinner. Especially somewhere so nice. I try not to analyze it too much, looking out of the window at all the beautiful details on the building. It’s late and dark, but the uplighting is exquisite.
“Don’t think about it now,” he tells me as he pulls into a parking space. “Let’s get dinner first and then we’ll talk about it.”
I open my door before he has a chance to walk around and open it. Which is exactly what he was going to do, judging by the look on his face.
I’m not going to be good at this. I’m not going to meet his expectations. My insecurities grow as he takes my hand and walks me into the restaurant. I try to shake it off, but every click of my heels against the pavement brings us closer to the obvious conclusion. I wasn’t bred for this like he was.
As we approach the door, he leans down and kisses my cheek, giving my hand a squeeze, “It’s just dinner,” he whispers. I’m caught off guard by the open display, but he seems unaffected and easily releases me, as though it wasn’t unnatural at all. I’m overthinking everything. I breathe in deep as we walk through the door.
The opulence of the decor in the is breathtaking. The restaurant is sectioned off in several areas, but all the materials used in the architecture are top-notch. Crown molding lines the ceilings, the floor is paved with gleaming marble and the tables are dressed with fancy tablecloths and gold-plated silverware.
An older man dressed in an expensive suit and greying hair greets us at the door. He must know Logan well, because he greets him with a wide and genuine smile along with a handshake.