Trust (Temptation #3)(39)

She gave a broad smile and shrugged. “Sorry. We’ve just been laying bets on when you’d finally be back, and with his mood this week…”

Tate reached for the handle on the large double doors, but before he pulled them open, he asked, “So he’s being a real jerk to everyone? That’s nice to know.”

She pretended to zip her mouth. “You did not hear that from me.”

“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. And please, the name’s Tate. None of this Mr. Morrison stuff.”

“Okay. I’ll remember that for next time.”

With that, Tate pushed through the doors and started to weave through the desks toward Logan’s office. It was strange to be back here after the way he’d last left. A public coming-out, a yelling match with his ex and his sister, followed by a fight with Logan.

He could feel the eyes of Logan’s employees on him when he finally came to a stop at the desk out in front of his office. Sherry, Logan’s PA, flashed a grin as she stood and picked her purse up.

“You can go right in. He’s waiting for you. I’ve been told to take the afternoon off, so before he changes his mind, I’m out of here.”

Ahh, good, Tate thought. He listened. He said goodbye and watched her leave the same way he’d come in, noticing several heads rising. Yeah, people are definitely looking at me.

Trying to ignore the feeling of being under a microscope, Tate turned and knocked on Logan’s door several times. As far as he was concerned, they better get used to seeing him around, because when it came to Logan, he was going no-fucking-where.





* * *



“Come in,” Logan called when a knock sounded on his door. He watched as it was pushed open and Tate walked inside.

Damn, it felt like years, not hours, since he’d seen him.

His tousled hair was windswept, and the dark-blue jeans and black V-neck sweater showed off a tan portion of skin at the base of his throat. He had his red helmet under his arm and his leather jacket on, and as he sauntered into the office, his stride was confident and full of arrogance—something that always made Logan’s cock stand up and pay attention, even with his current mood.

“Afternoon,” Tate said and shut the door, dumping his helmet on the couch.

Logan said nothing, just rolled his chair under the desk so he could rest his arms on top of it.

Tate shrugged out of his jacket then threw it by his helmet. “You don’t mind if I lock this door, do you?” When Tate’s eyes found his, they ran over him, and he added, “I don’t want a repeat of the last time I was here.”

Annoyed at the reminder of that shitty day and still riding his irritability from the most recent, Logan snapped out, “If you want to lock the door, then lock it.”

“You know what,” Tate said, doing just that. “I think I’ve changed my mind about this pissy attitude of yours.”

Logan cocked his head to the side and pushed back in his chair as Tate walked across the office and rounded the end of his desk. “I haven’t been pissy,” he dared to say, knowing full well that his attitude this week really had been less than stellar.

So sue him. That was what happened when his mother left the state and stiffed him with a bill in the thousands.

“Anyway, I thought you said it made you hot.” He swiveled in his chair until he was staring at Tate from behind his glasses. Then he sucked in a breath as Tate leaned down and placed his hands on the armrests of his office chair.

Tate then leaned in until their faces were only a whisper apart. “You’re right. This week, you haven’t been pissy. You’ve been absent. And yeah, usually, this irritated attitude does it for me, but when you’re also acting like a dick, that makes me want to kick your ass.”

“That’s what you came here to say? That I’m acting like a dick? News flash: You’re about the tenth person to tell me, and that’s only today.”

Before he could shove his chair back, Tate grabbed his tie and yanked him forward.

“I don’t give a shit about other people,” Tate barked. “You can act like the biggest asshole on the planet with them. But you better have a good excuse for acting that way with me, because that is about to stop right fucking now.”

Logan wrapped his hand around the one clutching his tie and glared at the man fuming down at him. “I just didn’t feel like talking today, okay?”

“Not. Okay,” Tate growled. “You’re the one who stipulated no silences.”

“We’ve been together all week.”

“We’ve been together, but you? Your head has been somewhere fucking else.”