The Billionaire's Kiss(21)

Callie smiled. She couldn't remember the last time someone had called her Haven. Her friends called her Callie, her clients called her Ms. Haven, and only when mad did her sister call her by her full name, Calliope, but no one ever called her Haven. "I see we're finally on a last name basis, Mr. Harris."

Logan laughed. "I didn't know if we were on a first name basis yet. I didn't want to seem too forward."

"Somehow, I get the feeling that you never mind being too forward. You invite me out to dinner. You tell me where to sleep, but using my first name is where you draw the line?”

Logan grinned. "Let's just say that I'm finding it difficult to hold myself back."

"Don't hold back," Callie said, "I was just starting to have fun."

Logan looked at her and flashed that cocky smile of his. "I'm sure that you and I could find a way to have some fun. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

And there we go, Callie thought. It was time to temper Logan's expectations. Besides, if she didn’t pump the brakes, she might just take him up on his offer. "So is that where you see this going? I mean really. What's your best case scenario for tonight? Let me guess: you'll invite me back to your place. We'll have a few more drinks. You'll kiss me, a small kiss at first, then a little more. You'll feel that first rush and want another, leaning in closer. You'll tear my clothes off and take me right there on the floor, heavy breathing, skin on skin, our mouths lost in each other, as you pull my hair and push yourself in?" She locked her eyes on Logan and studied his face. His mouth was slightly open. His pupils were dilated. She could tell he was still imagining everything she had said. “Not going to happen. Not tonight, not ever.”

Logan raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" Callie asked. "Didn't think I had a mouth?"

"I just didn't know you knew how to use it like that."

"Oh you have no idea, pretty boy." Callie followed Logan over to the bar and took a seat next to him.

After he ordered drinks, he motioned her closer. He leaned in, as if he wanted to share a secret with her. He whispered, "You think I'm pretty?"

Callie shook her head and leaned back in her seat. "Men like you are all the same, Logan."

"Good looking?"

Callie laughed. "You know what I mean."

"Callie, I don't think you've ever met anyone quite like me."

"Oh yeah, what makes you say that?"

"If you had, you'd know enough to run away as fast as you can."

Callie lowered her voice. "Don't worry, I already know your reputation. I've heard the stories: a different woman every night, a different city every month. The insatiable, irresistible Logan Harris, who thinks women are as much his toys as his boats and his cars."

"You think I'm irresistible?"

"You really do have selective hearing, don't you?"

"I choose to focus on the positive, but I tell you what. Keep telling me why I am the way I am. Go on. Give it your best guess. If you get it right, I'll leave you alone. I'll repent my wicked ways, pick up your tab and head back home for the night."

"And if I'm wrong?" Callie asked.

"You'll stick around."

"Stick around and do what?"

"Talk, drink, fall madly in love with me."

"That doesn't seem so bad, save for that last part."

"Good, then you have nothing to lose. So tell me, Callie, what makes men like me tick?"

"I see it again and again, men who throw themselves at every pretty girl they see looking for attention and easy sex. It's another form of power. You're all high on it, you want to have everything your way, never compromising, but for you, I think it's different. I've seen the way you've looked at me. I've seen the way you've looked across this room. You're looking for someone to run off with right now."

"Ooh," Logan said, "you were getting close there at the end, but you're still so wrong. Looks like you're stuck here with me for the night, Haven."

Callie rolled her eyes. "Call me Callie. And you don't just get to say that you win, you have to explain it to me. If I like your answer, I'll stay. If I don't, I'm leaving."#p#分页标题#e#

"I don't know how to explain it. I'm like a moth with a flame."

"Care to elaborate?"

"I see someone. Maybe she's sitting across the bar, or maybe we make eye contact across a crowded room. Maybe it's a friend of a friend who's just too pretty for me to keep from staring and smiling. That first look and I'm hooked, and I need to know more. For me, it's about drawing a line."

"Like a line in the sand?"

"Yeah, but instead of the line being between us, it's between us and everyone else in the world. It's the idea that two people can be completely alone inside a crowded room. Forget about the sex. Forget about everything else. I want that moment, the moment where everything else fades into the background and it's just the two of us, eyes locked, hearts racing wondering who's going to take the next step." As Logan spoke, he leaned in closer and closer to Callie, until his lips were just inches from hers. Then he leaned back and smiled. "That's what it's about for me."