Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Trying to move gracefully, I sink into the seat next to Logan. He nods and winks, before turning to one of the other women.
“Kitty, would you please start the movie?” he asks. A blonde raises a remote, and the projector begins to whir. To my surprise, the opening credits to the movie Love, Actually appear on screen. I thought we’d be watching some crazy porno film, but evidently, our benefactor has a thing for romantic comedy.
“Have you seen this movie before?” Logan asks in a low voice. He’s sitting so close that I can feel heat waves emanating from his big body.
“Yes,” I whisper with a smile. “It’s cute and I love Keira Knightley.”
He grins.
“Good,” he replies. “But Keira’s got nothing on you, Jasmine. You’re much more beautiful than her.”
I gasp because Keira Knightley is one of the most gorgeous actresses in the world. I love her cut-glass jawline and wiry, athletic frame. But Logan merely shrugs.
“I like women with curves,” he says in a neutral voice. “What can I say?”
A warm flush graces my cheeks, and I look down for a moment. How does Mr. Daniels do that? He makes me feel so good about myself with just a few words. But right, the movie. The first scene begins and I try to concentrate, but it’s hopeless. I’m staring at the screen, but actually, I’m surreptitiously peeking at Logan from the corner of my eye. He's got long, bronzed, muscular legs that peek out from beneath his robe. My eye travels up to his crotch, but I can’t see beyond his thighs without turning my head, so I keep my eyes locked on the screen. What is he wearing under his robe? I have to muster all my self-control not to swivel my head because this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m ogling him like a creeper.
“Would you like some popcorn?” Logan asks in a low tone.
“Um, I don’t like popcorn, actually,” I stammer back in a whisper.
“What kind of snacks do you like then?” he drawls lazily, his lips grazing my neck. I can’t help but close my eyes momentarily in pleasure.
“Chocolate,” I reply breathlessly, “anything chocolate.”
“I’m sure we have something that fits the bill,” he grins, and makes to stand up and get it.
“No, no, you stay here. You have guests. I’ll go,” I blurt out. “Where are the snacks?” After all, I need a moment to compose myself, slow my heartbeat, and get my pulse under control. We’re only in the first five minutes of the movie but I’m already feeling sweat break out on my brow. I need to plant myself firmly back into the driver’s seat.
Logan grins.
“There’s a pantry full of snacks back there,” he nods his head in the direction of the back of the room. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I smile. As I get up and walk to the back of the room, I can feel the man’s eyes on my ass, my thighs. My heart flutters and I hurry into a full-size kitchen with a door to the pantry on the left. Perfect.
I enter the small space and close the door behind me, grateful to have some space to myself. The light clicks on automatically and I gasp because this isn’t auxiliary storage. Instead, I’m standing in a large room with shelves that go all the way to the ceiling. Not only that, but the shelves are stacked full with every snack imaginable, including candy, crackers, cookies, and even cereal.
But I’m not here for snacks, not really. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, feeling my heart rate slow and my breath level out. My body calms and I open my eyes again.
“Okay, Jasmine,” I whisper to myself. “This could be it. Just play it cool. You can do this.” After all, I don’t want to come off like some naïve, innocent girl. I’m wearing a get-up worthy of Elvira, and I need to act like it.
So I stand up straight and motivate myself. You are desirable. Act sexy. Be sexy. Will this work? But thinking about the huge man outside gets me all flustered again. Okay, this is getting too crazy. I need to just get a chocolate snack and head back before Logan starts suspecting something untoward.
I select a bag of chocolate candy, barely glancing at the wrapper, and start towards the door. But just as I’m about to put my hand on the handle, the wooden slab swings opens. Keira Knightly is saying something outside on screen, but she’s immediately snuffed back out Logan steps into the pantry, shutting the door behind him. This is a big space, but it suddenly feels too small with his massive form inside. In fact, his broad shoulders almost completely span the interior, and his dark head brushes the ceiling. Oh god, oh god. What do I do?