A silence stretched between them, and even though they were miles apart, the sexual tension thrumming across the airwaves had Logan anticipating the next words that would come from Tate’s delicious mouth—and he didn’t disappoint.
“Did you have somewhere in mind…sir?”
Oh fucking hell, with the ‘sir’ again. That teasing fucker knew he’d stumbled on something that made him crazy, because that word coming from Tate’s mouth was so much more effective than in a text. Logan coughed, clearing his throat a little, before rattling off his address as if they’d never met.
“I think I can be there in”—there was a rustling sound, Tate checking the time on his phone no doubt—“twenty minutes? I can stop and pick up some food on the way if you’d like.”
Who gives a shit about food? I want—
“What would you like to eat?” Tate interrupted in a tone that screamed he knew exactly what Logan wanted. “I mean, since you’re agreeing to meet with me after work, the least I can do is bring you some food.”
Logan turned his chair around and bent to pick his briefcase up. He wasn’t about to wait another second before he got his ass down to the car and on his way over to eat his meal.
“Surprise me,” he suggested as he stood to switch the small desk lamp off and make his way to the door. “Just know that, tonight, I plan to savor my meal. So I hope you’re not in a rush and can show some patience.”
The rumble of Tate’s motorcycle roaring to life came through the phone, and Logan felt his cock stiffen at the visual of him on it.
“I’ll be on my best behavior. I already told you I don’t go looking for trouble, counselor. Sometimes, it just finds me.”
With that, Tate ended the call and Logan punched the button for the elevator a little harder than necessary. When it arrived, he got inside so he could hurry and find Tate.
* * *
Tate arrived before Logan, as planned, and took the elevator up to his floor. Sometime in the near future, they really did need to exchange keys, but for now, this suited him perfectly. He’d picked up some lasagna on the way over, knowing Logan’s preference for Italian food, and was now waiting on his lawyer.
When he’d finished up with Rachel around lunchtime, they’d grabbed something to eat and then he’d headed home to research the areas she’d mentioned and the licenses he needed to start looking into. That soon brought to mind his thoughts from the other day, of sitting down in a meeting with Logan, and he wondered again what it would be like to see him in “work mode.”
Hmm. Yeah, the thought of that really turns me the hell on.
He checked his phone and saw that it’d been around thirty minutes since he’d ended their call. And his desire mounted as the fantasies he’d been having all afternoon continued on a loop in his head.
Several minutes later, the chime of the elevator echoed off the corridor walls and Logan stepped out into the hallway.
With every step Logan took, Tate drank in the sight of him—and what he saw was damn appealing. His charcoal-colored suit showed off his broad shoulders and trim waist, and as his long legs closed the distance between them, Tate almost wished he was walking behind him so he could see how well those pants fit his ass.
When Logan got closer, Tate noted the white shirt and light-blue tie that was perfectly knotted at the base of his throat, and his cock came to rigid attention. Add in those black-framed glasses and Tate was seriously close to overheating in the hall.
This sophisticated side of Logan got him just as excited as the uninhibited one that would strip down to nothing and pleasure himself. What always remained the same, though, was the sensual promise in those blue eyes, and when Logan finally stopped in front of him, Tate knew he would get to see both sides tonight—eventually.
“Good evening, Mr. Morrison.”
Excited that Logan was still on board with his little fantasy, Tate inclined his head and replied, “Counselor.”
“I trust you haven’t been waiting too long?”
Tate lowered his eyes to Logan’s mouth and then returned them to the devilish ones watching him. “Not long at all. But I don’t mind. Like I said earlier, a good lawyer is hard to find.”
Logan unlocked his door, and as he pushed it open and stepped forward, he gave him a sexy-as-hell once-over and winked. “Or just hard in general.”
Tate swallowed back a groan as Logan flicked a light on. Logan then placed his briefcase down and his keys on the foyer table.
Hell yes, those pants fit his ass perfectly.
He could tell that Logan was trying his hardest to play it cool as he walked through his condo, but Tate could see the tense way he was holding his shoulders and the tight line of his mouth. Those were both clear indicators that Logan wasn’t quite as relaxed as he was letting on.