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“I’m not interested in you that way. I must have had too much to drink,” he continues, tearing the moment to shreds. “I’ll wait outside until you’re done. Take your time.” He throws a few bills on the table and hurries out.

I sit there for a few minutes, trying to gather the remaining shreds of my dignity. My appetite is gone, which never happens. I set my fork down and stare at the empty spot across from me.

He touched me, and it was erotic as shit. Then he left. Not just left, fled. As if I disgusted him.

Apparently, you need to be drunk to want to touch me.

I exit the restaurant and find him leaning against the stone wall across the street, watching me, scowling more than usual.

“I called my driver,” Logan informs me, completely ignoring what happened minutes ago. “He’ll be here in ten minutes.”

I nod. “Thanks, but I think I’ll take the bus.” I glance at him again, hoping to see his face soften, to show some emotion. Anything. But he’s reverted back to the scowling dark lord.

“The driver will be here any minute,” he reiterates, his voice flat.

“I’ll manage. Thank you again.” I turn and start toward the nearest bus stop. There’s no way I’m spending an hour in a closed car with Logan while he’s in this mood.

He catches my arm, stopping me. “We said we’d go back by car.”

I shoot a pointed look at his hand gripping my arm, and hereleases me. “You’ll go back by car. I prefer to be alone right now.”

His pupils widen slightly. “What happened just now had nothing to do with you."

“Then who did it have to do with? The waitress?” I snap, hurt flaring in my chest.

He falls silent, his jaw clenching.

He may not have meant to hurt me, but he certainly succeeded. I thought that after the humiliation Johnny put me through, I would develop a thicker skin, but apparently not.

“See you later,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around myself.

I stride toward the bus stop, blinking back a sudden sting of tears. I shouldn’t let him get to me like this, but that moment in the restaurant... It felt real. The way he looked at me, touched me. I can still feel the imprint of his fingers on my skin, the heat of his gaze.

I shake my head, trying to clear the memories. It doesn’t matter. He made it clear that whatever that was, it meant nothing to him. Just a stupid mistake.

Chapter Thirteen

LOGAN

“Are we picking someone up on the way?” my driver asks as I get into the car and slam the door with more force than necessary.

“No,” I grunt, my jaw clenched.

“It’s just that I was told to pick up two passengers?—”

“No,” I growl, hating to repeat myself. Was I not clear enough the first time? The driver falls silent, wise enough not to press further.

I stare at the empty seat beside me, my fingers tightening on the leather armrest. To hell with her. I was so close to kissing her. Too damn close. I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away like that, risking the entire company for a fleeting moment of desire.

My self-control is ironclad, but I’m not a monk. My cock twitches just thinking about her lips, the sweet taste theysurely hold. I’d give anything to taste her, and not just those lips.

I run a hand over my face, feeling the day’s stubble rasp against my palm. I need to focus on the task at hand—securing this deal with Wolfson. Everything else is just a distraction.

But Sloane... She’s more than that. I can’t get her out of my head. The way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased me. The soft catch in her breath when I touched her. The feel of her silky skin under my fingertips and the heady scent of her perfume.

I clench my fist, fighting the urge to tell the driver to turn around, to go after her and apologize, to pull her into my arms.

No. I can’t go down that road. She’s my employee, my almost fake girlfriend. Nothing more. I need to remember that.