Right?
Yeah, right.
Tate stared at his reflection in the shiny silver doors. He didn’t look any different than he had before. No, he didn’t look any different, but he sure as hell felt it. He felt it in his whole body, including his confused-as-hell cock.
What was I thinking when I kissed him back?
By the end of the whole exchange, he’d convinced himself that it had been a matter of finally putting Logan in his place. Tate was sick of always being the one left questioning everything after each encounter. So, this time around, his main goal had been to leave the smug bastard wondering. He just hadn’t expected to be left wondering as well.
The elevator hit the ground floor much smoother than his descent to reality, and after the doors pulled open, Tate moved into the lobby of the building. He was halfway to where his bike was parked when his cell phone started buzzing in his jeans.
Stuffing his hand into his pocket, he pulled it out and accepted the call, thinking it was probably his lawyer wondering why he hadn’t waited for his paperwork.
“Hello?” he snapped.
“Running away so soon?”
He would know that voice anywhere.
Damn it.
“So, now, you’re poking around in my file?”
Logan’s familiar chuckle came though the phone. “I could come up with an obvious joke there about poking, but I’ll refrain.”
Tate felt his mouth itch to smile at the other man’s nerve. He had to give it to Logan, for always saying what he thought, unlike himself.
“Is there something you want, Logan?”
“There are several things I want, Tate.”
Tate moved over to the edge of the sidewalk, out of the way of others, and waited.
“Stubborn to the end, I see.”
“I’m not being stubborn. I’m trying to work out exactly why you’re calling me.”
Logan sighed as though he was feeling particularly put out. “Well, you left so abruptly that I hardly had a chance to speak.”
“No, that’s not how I remember it. You were standing shocked shitless, if I recall.”
A loud laugh hit his ear then as if Logan couldn’t help himself. “Proud of yourself?”
“No.” Tate wouldn’t dare say that he kind of was. “Why would I be?”
“Because I can’t remember the last time a straight guy bit me into silence.”
Tate curled his fingers around the helmet, and as though others could hear, he whispered, “You have no filter, do you?”
“And this is news?”
“No,” Tate muttered. “Just confirmation, I suppose. So, what do you want, Logan?” He regretted the question, but he knew he wouldn’t stop wondering until he received a reply.
“I want to see you tonight.”
Tate was positive on that answer. “No.”
“You can’t stop me from having a drink after work.”
“Are you an alcoholic?” Tate just wanted to annoy him now.
“No, but I would become one, if need be.”
“Why are you pushing so hard? Is it because you’ve finally met someone who’s told you no?”
Tate found himself picturing the way Logan’s mouth might move as he thought over—
Shit.
“Maybe,” Logan surmised. “But I think it’s more because you just slammed me up against a wall and kissed my fucking brains out. And whether or not you will admit it, you loved it.”
Tate swallowed and felt his cock taking notice of the words coming through the phone.
“Don’t act like you didn’t, Tate. I felt your whole body vibrating against mine. I want to feel it again.”
Wow, Tate thought, the guy’s persistent. Somewhere in the back of Tate’s mind, if he were willing to admit it, Logan’s confidence and interest were both hot as hell, and scary as shit.
“Tell me,” Logan urged.
Tate turned his feet on the sidewalk and stared once again at his reflection mirrored from the building in front of him. He couldn’t even escape his own damn self, let alone Logan.
“Tell you, what, exactly?”
“Tell me you didn’t like it, and make me believe it.”
Tate studied himself, from the too long hair on his head, to the dark stubble on his jaw. He ran his eyes over the leather jacket, T-shirt, and jeans, wondering why he’d thought he would look different due to what he’d done only minutes earlier.
You don’t look different, dipshit, he thought with disgust. You’re thinking differently.
“Tell me,” Logan demanded through the phone.
Before Tate even thought about what it meant that he couldn’t say the words, he ended the call.
* * *
Nothing and nobody will keep me away from that bar tonight.
Logan got on the elevator and made his way down. Unsuccessfully, he’d tried to push aside the incident in the conference room, but no matter what he did, all he could think about was the fact that Tate had kissed him back, and even better, the guy had played rough. Just thinking about it had Logan tracing his tongue over his bottom lip where those strong teeth had sunk in.