“You’re on time.”
With a sharp nod, Logan told him, “I’m not the one with time-management issues.”
That was when Tate shocked the hell out of him. He placed a hand on his chest right there in the middle of the bar and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“No, you just have an attitude one. You look seriously hot tonight, by the way.”
When he took a step back and walked down the length of the bar to the pass, Logan was left sitting on the stool with his mouth hanging open, thinking, Oh, so that’s how we’re going to play… Challenge accepted.
* * *
Tate could feel Logan’s eyes on him as he lifted the pass and stepped behind the bar. He liked that, tonight, they were back where it had all begun. Back to the place where he had first met the compelling man currently sitting at the end of the bar.
Yeah, the only difference is I know exactly what’s going on behind those blue eyes of his.
He made his way over to where Logan was watching him, and as he got closer, he pulled the towel from the back of his pants and ran it through his hands. Logan’s eyes dropped to the movement, and Tate couldn’t help the smug look that was plastered on his face. He knew that Logan was imagining what was planned for later—and damn if that didn’t excite the hell out of him.
Stopping in front of the tense man, Tate leaned his hip against the bar and said, “The usual?”
“No, not tonight. I think I’ll just have a water. Please.”
Tate got a glass and some ice, and then aimed a look back at his “customer.” “A water, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever served you straight-up water. I thought, after the week you’ve had, you might go with something a little stronger. You seem like you need it to unwind. If you know what I mean.”
As the words he’d once said months ago lingered in the air between them, Logan licked his bottom lip, and this time, Tate had no problem watching the sensual move. What had once been awkward, strange—even a little taboo—was now hot as hell and making him hard as a fucking rock.
Those intelligent eyes behind the black, hipster frames were calculated as they swept over him, and Tate could tell that his words from this afternoon were now running through his lawyer’s head—just the way he’d hoped they would.
Something that could be said about Logan: he could never resist an outright challenge. Especially one against anything authoritative. And ordering his ass to be in the bar at a certain time or else had definitely brought his competitive side out to play.
“I know exactly what you mean this time. But water will do just fine. As someone once said to me, I want a clear head for whatever is going to happen later.”
Hell yes. There was his Logan—the smart-mouthed, witty man who never failed to get a reaction from him. He made Tate want to pull him across the bar and take that mouth in a blistering kiss. However, he held back and continued with the questions.
“Do you have a hot date or something?”
Logan nodded once as he reached for the glass he’d just handed him. “He’s hot, all right, but he’s playing games with me, and we need to get to the bottom of a few things. Or should I say, by the time we’re done, he’ll be at the bottom of things.”
Tate’s brow winged up as he started to wipe the counter down. All the while, he kept his eyes on Logan.
“Well, you seem confident, so that could help when you try to win your case. But I’m sure he has a good reason for doing what he did.”
“He better have a damn good reason for what he pulled this afternoon.”
Barely able to keep a straight face at Logan’s irked tone, Tate managed to ask, “What did he do? I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
As Logan ran his eyes over him, Tate’s heart started to pound in time with his stiff cock.
“He disclosed some information he knew I’d want to discuss further, and then he just up and left.”
Tate clamped his teeth onto his bottom lip as he nodded with a serious face. “That is a problem. But I’m sure you’re right. I bet he was definitely up when he left.”
* * *
That teasing asshole.
This whole exchange had Logan’s hard-on aching between his legs as he drank in every move Tate made. If his goal tonight was to torture him into an apology for his behavior these last few days, then he was doing a spectacular job. All Logan wanted was to grab him by that vest of his and bend him over the bar.
But no…I can wait.
Logan was willing to take his punishment, especially when it was as delicious as this. He just hoped Tate knew exactly what kind of fire he was stoking.
“You think so?” he asked. “He was also rather…bossy.”