“What are you thinking, Logan?” Her voice was low, curious.
Chapter Four
She fidgeted with a pair of stockings that sat on the countertop. She was nervous.
“I was thinking how humans, in some way or another, are all willing to sacrifice their morals in order to get something they want.”
“Really?” She asked sarcastically. “What morals are you sacrificing in order to get what you want from Lucy?”
Logan laughed. “I might be an exception. I don’t have morals where women are concerned. I will take whatever they want to give me, without guilt or shame. But you, you’re different. You have never been one to turn the other way in any relationship just to have sex. Why the sudden change in attitude?”
She blew out a deep breath and he waited while she pondered his question. “Okay, you’ve got me. Back to Cody first. I haven’t admitted this out loud to anyone so please don’t laugh at me—”
“I would never, Cinderella. You know that.”
“Hear me out. Yes, I would love to have a relationship that was more than a maybe-we-can-see-each-other-this-week sort of thing. Yes, I wish I could let go and have sex at this point. Yes, Logan, I wonder if he is the right man to get the job done because I’m sorry, shouldn’t I be more excited about trying to have sex than I am? I have tried being as flirtatious as I know how to be, and nothing grabs his attention and nothing about it even makes me comfortable. So yes, you know I haven’t been with very many men in my life—like two—but honestly, I am ready for a man to just take me to bed and fuck—”
Her shop door swung open, interrupting her tirade. A cool breeze blew across his skin, which was a damn good thing because the way she was going on, he wanted to give her what she needed.
And he knew how she was going to finish her sentence and he wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth, but there was no way she was going to finish now. Only two men? He searched his brain for the knowledge of knowing that about her. Hmmm, he had no idea she had only slept with two men in her entire life. He turned in irritation to the woman who had come into the store. She was middle-aged, maybe early forties and she was hobbling on a broken leg with a walking cast covering her entire left leg. Gabriella straightened up and made her way to the woman.
There went that conversation.
Logan opened up his briefcase. Best to get to work. He sat in his usual seat and began working away while Gabbie helped her customer. He had a few documents he had to go over—one pertaining to an uncontested divorce and another dealing with an ex-employee who was suing a bank he represented for discrimination. Being a general practice attorney gave Logan a wide variety of cases to deal with. He knew a few lawyers who specialized in certain areas of law, but Logan wasn’t at that point in his career to necessitate a specialty. Living in Windsor and being a general practice lawyer afforded him the flexibility to have clients for any purpose instead of limiting himself to one set of clientele.
His father, Jack, wanted Logan to move to Manhattan and join his law firm that served Manhattan’s finest in all aspects related to real estate. His father was expected to retire any day, any year now and Jack’s hope was to have Logan move to the city and work with him side-by-side. Thus, allowing Jack’s clients the opportunity to get to know Logan and trust him. Eventually Logan would be in charge and Jack could be officially retired. That was Jack’s plan.
Logan wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.
He had grown up in Windsor and had spent a great deal of time going back and forth to NYC. He enjoyed the city, he really did. But he was slowly establishing a small clientele in town and he liked the fact that he didn’t have any one area of expertise that would limit his clientele—one of many things that Jack could never imagine. Amongst them was why Logan was pussyfooting around about having an opportunity, such as it was, handed to him on a silver platter. Logan knew it sounded rather foolish, but in all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with himself. What his father offered was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that wouldn’t be there forever. It was an opportunity that would set Logan up for life.
The problem was it was all too good to be true. Call him crazy, but he felt like he should earn his clientele—not have it be given to him by association. Although he would be a fool not to at least consider it.
He was scheduled to fly to Manhattan rather soon to visit his dad and the firm. He was anxious and apprehensive. He wasn’t opposed to the visit as he’d been there numerous times in the past. He was actually looking forward to the trip and meeting some of his father’s more prestigious clients.
“Oh my gosh, I love it. It looks beautiful on you.” At the gasp of delight, Logan raised his head toward the sound, looked away and glanced back. There was Gabbie, standing in front of the three-way mirror dressed in red thigh-high stockings, some frilly looking garter belt with the biggest bow on the back he’d ever seen and of course, matching panties and bra. From what he could see, her bra had her tits shoved up so far, they looked like they might escape the bra at any moment.
Fuck.
He could do dirty things with those tits.
Fuck.
He really wanted
