The Billionaire's Kiss(35)

After a while, she crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes. Logan's shirt was long enough to look like a dress on her. By the time she had rolled up the sleeves and cinched a belt around the waist, it didn't look half bad. "So what do we do now?" Callie asked.

"I thought I'd give you the tour," Logan said.

"You mean that wasn't just some trick to get me undressed and into bed?"

"I wish I could claim that I did that on purpose, but it was a pleasant surprise. Come on, I'll show you the house, unless you'd like to spend a little more time in bed."

"I could be tempted," Callie said. "After all, according to your little rule, this will be the only night I spend with you, so we might as well make it count."

"In that case, I could give you a different kind of tour."

Callie laughed. "Maybe a regular tour of the house would be nice. I might need some time to recover."

"Your call," Logan said. He stepped out of bed, pulled his clothes back on and gestured toward the hallway. "Let's go. The interesting stuff is on the main level," he said. "This floor is mostly guest rooms at this point, but we haven't had a big party here in years, not since my mother passed. You wouldn't believe some of the people who have stayed in this house, some of the things that have gone on here over the years. When they reached a back staircase at the end of the hallway, Logan pointed to the bedroom on the right. "I had my first kiss in that room. I snuck in there with a girl one year on the Fourth of July. She was a freshman in high school and I had just started the seventh grade. She was way out of my league."

"So your thing for unobtainable women goes way back. Are there any other firsts I should know about?" Callie asked.

Logan's eyes lit up and he looked up and down the length of the hall. He grinned and shook his head. "A gentleman never tells."

"Who said you were a gentleman?"

"No one, which is why I can tell you I lost my virginity down the other end of the hall."

"You're shameless."

"It's easy when you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"You weren't that good," Callie said.

Logan's laugh echoed through the empty upstairs rooms. "You're quick on your feet, aren't you? Let's see if you can keep up." Logan headed down the stairs and pushed open the door to the mansion's massive library. The outer wall of the room was covered in ceiling to floor windows, with doors that opened out to the veranda, and the other three walls were completely covered in bookshelves that reached almost two stories into the air. Callie marveled at the sheer number of books and the intricate woodwork on the shelves themselves. Logan walked across the parquet floor to a set of switches and turned on the sconces that lined the walls, bathing the room in soft light. "It was originally built to double as a ballroom."

"I'm trying to imagine you ballroom dancing."

"It's not hard," Logan said. He stepped up to her, slid one hand over her back and winked. "Just follow my lead."

After fumbling her feet against his for a moment, Callie started to laugh. "You actually know how to dance?"

"Dance lessons, music lessons, sailing, horseback riding: if it was taught, my mother signed me up for lessons. She was old money. My father let me run free, sports, snowmobiles, skiing, that kind of stuff. I didn't stick with dancing for very long, but once you've learned it, it's hard to forget. Plus it's won me points on occasion. Of course, dancing is easier if you have music," Logan said. "La da dee, la da daa, la da dee,” he hummed as he showed her the basic steps of a waltz. “Dance with me Callie."

As they danced across the room, Callie occasionally stepped on Logan's foot, but soon she got the hang of it. Logan kept his hand firmly on her back and his eyes locked on hers. "See, you're a natural."

"You're just saying that because you can't resist me."

"Well, if the temptation becomes too great, I'll just ask you to dance."

"I'm beginning to see how you get so many women," Callie said as Logan spun her around one last time. "You disorient them."

"Want to know my real trick? Beer and an acoustic guitar. I don't know about the guitar, but I'd bet my life that there's beer in the fridge. The kitchen comes at the end of the tour. First I need to show you my favorite part of the house."

"I take back what I said earlier. You make an excellent tour guide. Who knew you had a soft side?"

Logan winked at her. "Just don't tell anyone, ok? I don't want to ruin my sterling reputation." He slid his arm over her shoulder and led Callie out into the main hall. "Would you like to see a secret room?"