Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(121)

What is wrong with me?

“So then I said, ‘Hey, if we keep talking about Charlotte Bronte, and I’m gonna need some Erye’!”

I force a laugh out as Ryan doubles over at his own pun, and I’m just starting to think that maybe if I have enough wine, I can start to get Logan out of my head when the voice behind me drags me right back into reality.

“Oh hey, there you are, babe!”

I gasp and whirl at the sound of Logan Dempsey’s voice, and my jaw practically hits the floor as I see him, in the flesh, sauntering through the crowd towards me. “Hey, sorry I’m late, just got caught up at the hospital.” I’m standing there in absolute shock as he drapes an arm casually over my shoulder before kissing me on the cheek. “Hey bud,” He sticks his hand abruptly into Ryan’s face. “Dr. Jack Hoff, how’s it going?”

Ryan looks completely startled before he quickly and awkwardly shakes Logan’s hand. “Oh, uh, yes, hello.” He looks quickly between my face and Logan’s before smiling awkwardly at me. “I’m- uh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“Yeah, she gets that a lot, don’t you, honey?” Logan kisses my cheek again in this thoroughly un-Logan way before turning that shark-like grin back on Ryan. “I mean she just doesn’t look like an engaged woman, does she?”

I’m going to kill him, I think as my face turns dark red. I’m actually going to kill him.

“Well, I should- Uh, I should go find myself another drink!” Ryan smiles awkwardly at me again before he excuses himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I hiss, turning to Logan and shoving him away from me. I squint and shake my head at the sophomoric ‘Dr. Jack Hoff’ scrawled across the sticker on his chest/ “Jack Hoff? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Yeah I thought ‘Seymour Butts’ would be a little too overt.” He grins. “Hey, it scared that guy away, so I guess it worked.”

“That guy was nice, Logan. You should try ‘nice’ sometime yourself.”

He looks thoroughly amused and totally pleased with himself. “Oh, comon, that guy was a creep!”

He grins at me, and I narrow my eyes at him. “How the hell did you know I was here?”

He chuckles to himself. “Money buys all sorts of things, Quinn.”

I open my mouth and stare at him. “What, like tracking devices! Are you fucking following me, Logan?!”

He spreads his hands like anything I’m saying is some sort of false accusation. “Do I look like a psychopath, Quinn? No, I mean money buys all sorts of things like the pint of mint chocolate chip ice-cream I used to bribe Reagan into spilling where you were tonight.”

I make a mental note to give my sister a serious piece of my mind for selling me out for some fucking ice cream. Way to completely live up to that ‘crazy pregnant lady’ stereotype, Reagan, I grumble to myself. “Why the hell are you here?”

Logan grabs a glass of wine off a passing tray and shrugs before taking a big sip. “To save you from douchebags like that guy!”

“He’s a Professor here, actually.” I say primly.

“Quinn, he’s a teacher at a fuckin student party.”

“So? He-”

“So, that’s got predator written all over it. Ten bucks says he wanted you to wear a school- girl outfit and call him ‘Teach’ later.

I roll my eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

He grins wickedly at me. “Says the girl about to go suck ‘Teach’s’ D for an A.”

“Don’t be crude.” I say, wrinkling my face in disgust.

“Oh, you love it.”

I’m gritting my teeth and turning away from him when I realize Chelsea is standing right across the room chatting with some friends of her. I whirl back to Logan; “You need to get out of here!” I hiss.

He shakes his head. “No way, I just got here. Plus I promised some football-player guys out front that I’d take ‘em for a spin in the Maybach later.”

I give him a look. “You drove a four-hundred-thousand dollar car to a college party?” I roll my eyes. “Not a big fan of subtlety, are you?”

I gasp as his hand openly grabs my ass through my skirt, giving me a lingering and firm squeeze that has me shivering. “Nope.” He says, smirking at me.

“Logan!” I hiss, darting my eyes around the crowded room. “Chelsea’s here!”

His hand stays right where it is though, firmly cupping my butt. “Well, you should probably get your ass away from my hand then, Archer.”

I can feel my pulse start to jump as I stand there with Logan’s hand on me. On the one side, part of me is actually so okay with him touching me like that, but the other part of me is glancing wildly around the party just waiting for my sister to walk up to see Logan Dempsey at this party with his hand on my ass and put two and two together.