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"Who is that?" Charlotte asked as she stepped into Callie's bedroom. "Is that your latest sexy blackmailer? Or are you posting aspirational photos on the wall before you leave for vacation?"
Callie laughed. "No, this one made his money the old fashioned way."
"And what's that?"
"He inherited it. Or rather, he will inherit it, though his trust fund has a healthy number of zeros in it. He's the son of a client. And it's my job to babysit him for two weeks until his father convinces Congress an environmental law. What am I going to do to keep him under wraps for that long?"
"I can think of a few things I'd like to do with him, under wraps or over them. I'd only need one night, maybe two. You could have him for the rest.” Charlotte pulled a photo off the wall and took a closer look, studying the hard lines of Logan’s physique. “I don’t know, I might need a few more days than that.”
"Maybe I should just send you up there to seduce him,” Callie said. She headed over to her closet and rooted through her clothes. She usually liked to plan her trips at least several weeks in advance. An hour and a half simply wasn't enough time to properly pack. She tossed a hair dryer to Charlotte and nodded toward the suitcase. “You could keep him in his bedroom for a few weeks."
"This is sounding more and more like my kind of fun," Charlotte said. “Does he read Jane Austen? If so, we’re a match made in Heaven.”
“I don’t think he’s the reading type.”
“On second though, with abs like that, who needs to read?” Charlotte tossed the hair dryer into the suitcase as she continued to stare at Logan’s photo. “Wait!I know him from somewhere. Is he famous?"
"More like infamous," Callie said with a laugh. "He has a tendency to get caught in compromising positions with famous women."
"That's how I know him!" Charlotte shouted. "He was the one who broke up that singer's engagement, Veronica what's her name. Yeah, it was in the news last spring!"
"Well, not for long," Callie said. “Thankfully, it was a busy news week, and we managed to spin the story into nothing. Although, the story is threatening to pop back up."
"I remember reading about him. He's trouble. Besides, once he takes one look at you, he's going to forget about everything else in his life," Charlotte said. She walked over to Callie's computer and opened a new browser window. "Do you think there are any sexy pictures of him online? Come on, what’s his name?”
“Logan Harris,” Callie said.
She watched Charlotte type in Logan's name. A series of photos popped up. "He's shirtless in a charity calendar? Oh, God, Callie, he looks even better with his shirt off.”
Oh I know, Callie wanted to say. She looked down at the manila folder that held the photos she had confiscated earlier. If Charlotte could see what I have seen.
"Are you sure you can't let yourself get in just a little bit of trouble with him? Who do you have to impress?"
Callie looked down at her neatly stacked pile of shirts and dresses and then back up at the photo of Logan pinned to the wall. "The problem with a guy like Logan is that there's no such thing as a little bit of trouble. It's all or nothing. Having said that, I might have a few things I could bring." If she was going to spend a few weeks keeping Logan Harris out of trouble, she might as well look good doing it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what would happen if Logan took interest in her. Would he be any different than guys in DC or would it be more of the same. It had been months since she had been on a date with a guy she had liked. She just never had time for it. There was always some crisis or case that demanded her immediate attention.
Speaking of attention, if she needed to pique Logan’s interest, she might need a little help from her wardrobe. It wasn’t that she lacked confidence in herself. Just sometimes the right dress made all the difference. Callie dove into her closet and grabbed two dresses, tossing them out onto the bed.
“Woah,” Charlotte said. She slipped her fingers under the straps of the little black dress and held it up. “It looks like you’re operating on the theory that there’s no such thing as a little bit of sexy. Look at this thing. He won’t stand a chance.”
Callie looked down at her watch. If she wanted any prayer of catching her flight, she’d have to leave within the next minute. She tossed the dresses into the suitcase and zipped it up. “Maybe it’s time I caused a little trouble for a change.”