Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(92)

“Will you?” He’s shrugging his jacket off and draping it over the back of his chair.

I frown at him. “Excuse me?”

“Be all moody and clearly sexually frustrated like this every time we need to be together for this project?” Logan starts to casually unbutton his dress shirt, and button after button reveals more and more hard muscled chest and etched lined ink of his tattoos.

“No, I- What are you doing?”

He shrugs. “Oh, I have a free hour so I was going to head down to the gym. What?”

He’s trying to act like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be taking his shirt off in front of me in his damn office. He reaches for his belt-buckle and smirks at me.

Goddamn him. He’s trying to tease me and get a rise out of me, and I’m pissed because I know it’s kind of working.

That fucking cocky smirk is right back on his face, and I feel my cool dropping. “Oh please fuck off.”

I turn my back as he starts to lower his pants, if only because I feel like I should, even if part of me is dying to see Logan in just his boxers.

Get a grip, lady. I mutter to myself.

“OK, you can look now,” he says sarcastically. I turn and find myself almost disappointed that he’s actually wearing shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.

“Listen, you know Peyton will probably treat you better if you let her know you can stand up to her.”

“I didn’t come here to play power-games.” I sneer.

“Can I be honest?” He says with that infuriating grin on his face. I shoot him a look, and he rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’m gonna take that as a yes. You’re a pushover, Quinn.”

“I am not!” I huff at him, feeling the heat bloom up through my chest.

“Yes you are!” His eyes flash at me and his voice is booming, and I find myself taking a step back from him.

“Fine. Whatever.”

He smirks at me. “See?”

My lip curls as I glare at him. “Did you just fucking yell at me to make a point?”

Logan nods his head at me. “Look, I’m just saying you should stick up for yourself more often, put up more of a fight.”

“You know what, Logan?” I sneer out. “Don’t think for one second that just because we- just because of what happened, that you know anything about me.”

“What, like that you were up for that team leader position at the hospital and you got pushed out by someone far less qualified than you?” I narrow my eyes at him and he grins. “Yeah, I heard that story.”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, Logan.”

“Ok, so she sucked his dick for the job? Yeah, heard that story too. Look I’m just saying you should be more assertive.”

“What, like I should have blown him too?”

A dark look flashes across his face and his jaw tightens for a second. “Fuck no, I’m saying if you just stood up for yourself a bit more, that shit never would’ve happened to begin with.”

“Says the guy keeping secrets from his best friends and fighting in weird underground boxing matches?”

“Not everything is what it looks like on the outside, you know.”

I force out a harsh laugh. “That’s my Dad’s line, not yours.”

“At some point, you are going to get bored of this whole ‘fuck you, Logan’ thing, right? I mean there’s no way it’s healthy to be this much of a bitch all the time, Quinn.”

I narrow my eyes at him, my fists clenching. “You want to see how healthy it is for you to call me a bitch again?”

Logan hoots. “Archer! Damn, looks like you do have a little fire in you, darlin.”

I huff my breath out and go to push past him, when he grabs me by the wrists and spins me around, and I gasp as I fall against his chest, my heart hammering in my veins.

His smell and the heat of his body just invade my senses, as well as any sense of keeping my wall up as I find myself speechless and staring up into his eyes with my breath caught on my lips.

“A little fire suits you pretty well, you know.” He growls, his eyes flashing at me.

“You don’t know what suits me.” I whisper, swallowing heavily as I find myself unable to look away from those deep eyes of his.

“Well we’ve got that jet to D.C. tomorrow for the meeting,” He says quietly, his voice thick and low. “How about I show you exactly what would suit you at 30,000 feet?”

My breath hitches at the thought of Logan Dempsey “showing me exactly what would suit me”, and I’m suddenly slowly leaning forward into him.

“What do you say, darlin,” he winks. “Think we should join the mile high club?”