Trust (Temptation #3)(24)

“No. So far, Mr. Mitchell is handling me just the way I like.”

Never had Logan seen Cole lose his professionalism, but as Chris’s words sank in, he thought he saw his brother’s fist clench by his side. Deciding that it was best to move Cole along, Logan walked forward and placed a hand on his arm, turning him away from the asshole behind him.

“Everything is fine,” he lied, walking him back to the door.

When they got there, Logan opened it for him. Cole’s brow furrowed, the look bordering between annoyance and concern.

“I’m fine,” Logan said, trying to reassure him. “We just have to run through the forms, then he’ll sign, and everything will be ready to go.”

Cole did not seem convinced, but without any more words, he left, and Logan closed the door. He stared at the back of it for several seconds before he pulled his shit together and faced the biggest mistake of his life. Chris was watching him, his hands in his pockets, and Logan ran his eyes down over him. As he brought them back up to collide with the conceited bastard opposite him, a sneer curled his lips.

“I don’t know what delusions you’re under, but the day I left you in your loft, this poisonous thing we had was over.” Logan strolled across the room, gaining more confidence with every step he took, and when he stopped directly in front of Chris, he kept his eyes locked on the man he’d once stupidly thought himself in love with.

How fucking wrong was I?

“And just so we’re crystal clear,” he continued, “it wasn’t the way you threw me around that got me off. It was the misguided belief that you gave enough of a shit to know what I liked. But you know what really drives me out of my mind, Chris? What I can’t seem to get enough of? When the guy I love is strong enough to stand up beside me and hold my fucking hand but is also strong enough to pin me down and pound me into my mattress.” Logan gave him his best “fuck you” look and stepped around him to take a seat. “So, if you’re done trying to make my cock remember that it once—a very long time ago—wanted you, sit your ass down so we can go through this file or get the fuck out of my office.”





Chapter Seven





Later that afternoon, Logan looked out of his office window, thinking back over the morning. Ever since Chris had signed on the dotted line and left with the documents for his partner to do the same, he’d had a feeling of unease churning in his stomach.

Once he’d given the ultimatum for him to either sit down or get out, Chris had sat, played along, and done as Logan had demanded. It wasn’t until he’d been leaving that a look flashed in his eye that made Logan wary as hell—Chris appeared challenged, and his, “I’ll be seeing you soon, Mr. Mitchell,” as he departed only further solidified it.

It was just his fucking luck that, right as he was getting serious with someone, Christopher Walker had to show up and try to ruin it. Maybe this was karma and he somehow deserved it. He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, there was no way in hell he was going to let his past anywhere near his present.

It was just turning five, and he was about to pack up and head home when his cell phone started to buzz on the desk. Turning to grab it, he felt a smile cross his lips, and any discomfort he’d been feeling vanished. There, lighting up his day in the way only he could, was the one person he knew he’d do anything to protect—Tate.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Morrison.”

Tate’s warm laughter filled his ear, and Logan could picture his gorgeous face in an instant. “Afternoon, counselor.”

Logan closed his eyes as the deep voice traveled through the phone. “Oh, so I’m ‘counselor’ today, huh? Why? Did you get in trouble and need one?”

“No,” Tate said. “I never get into trouble.”

“Is that right? Well, would you like to?” Logan asked as he relaxed back in his chair.

The jingle of keys came through the phone before Tate’s voice was back, telling him, “I don’t know. It’s hard to find a good lawyer these days. Makes me think I should play it straight.”

Logan couldn’t help himself with that comment. There was just no way. “You definitely should not play it straight, Mr. Morrison. But I understand if you’re not comfortable with my expertise. Maybe we should meet up and we can discuss what you need in more detail.”

Tate’s chuckle had every other thought vanishing from Logan’s mind. “You might be right. Maybe we should set something up.”

A pleased hum of agreement left Logan’s throat. “I’m about to leave my office for the day, and I haven’t eaten yet. But I always find that meetings at restaurants make it difficult to really get down to the hard facts. So perhaps it would be best to meet somewhere quieter.”