That’s the terrifying part. I don’t know what his cock looks like, or his favorite position in bed, but Ilike himas a person. That’s not something I’ve been able to say in a long time.
It’s not like Logan and his messages have been part of my life for long, so how did both become so important so fast?
Tonight can’t be the end.
I will not one-night him.
Resolute in my decision, I shut the water off and reach for my towel. Feeling confident about my newfound determination, I unlock my phone and the messages appear on the screen.
LOGANREALMANBRANTLEY: Those are things I’d rather discuss in person.
LOGANREALMANBRANTLEY: Get some sleep,Banner. You’re going to need it.
Oh God. What did I say? After the shots, I thought I told Sofia to take my phone away. I scroll upward through the messages I sent him.
BANNER: So, anal ... I need to see the equipment 1st. 2 big is a thing.
My stomach twists and plummets to my feet.
Sofia didn’t take my phone from me.Jesus Christ. This is a train wreck.
Above that, I asked him if he was cut or uncut. Whether he liked his balls played with while he got head. If he would pull my hair.
I glance up and see myself in the mirror. All the color has drained from my face, and I’m doing a great impersonation of a drowned albino rat. That is, if albino rats had fabulous colorists.
My gaze drops back to the phone as I read the rest of the damage. Logan deflected all my questions, but he wasn’t rude or unkind.
How am I ever going to face him after all that? What must he think of me?
My stomach still twisting, I wander into my living room and curl up on the couch under my fuzziest blanket.
If I was worried about screwing it up before ... mission accomplished. Is this my own form of self-sabotage? Maybe I’m so scared that I actually like Logan, that I want to make sure there’s no possible way this could actually go well?
This is what happens when you know you need a shrink but refuse to go to one. You psychoanalyze yourself and do a really crappy job at it.
I need a voice of reason. I need Greer, but I can’t talk to her because she’s way too busy sorting out her own life right now.
Grabbing a throw pillow, I squish it over my head and groan.
Chapter 7
Logan
The drive to New York is a long one and gives me way too much time to think. What the fuck am I doing?
I wish Banner hadn’t caught my attention the way she has, but how could she not? Smart, sarcastic, confident, and funny as hell. She isn’t looking for a man to take care of her, because she has the world at her fingertips.
So, what can a guy like me possibly offer a woman who has everything? From the turn our messages took last night, it’s clear I have at least one thing to offer her.
She might have been drunk, but that’s when a lot of the truth comes out. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when she reads the messages this morning. Banner didn’t just cross the line. She obliterated it.
I’m not pissed about that, but until I meet her in person, I’m withholding judgment.
My goal for tonight? To have an amazing fucking time with her, regardless of whether we end up naked or not. And if we do, you better believe I’m going to leave her measuring every guy she’s ever been with against me. That’s what a real man does.
Banner has been radio silent all day, and I’m starting to wonder if she changed her mind. Would it surprise me? Hell yes. Would I let it stand? No way in hell. If she isn’t interested in anything beyond a drink and a meal, that’s her call. But there’s no way I’m going to let her chicken out before I get to introduce myself face-to-face.
Decision made, I turn my attention to the road where it belongs.