Campbell, the one who thought he’d get the media has been standing to one side, almost grinning as he watches Chrissy's dad.
He eventually steps in after an awkward silence, wrapping up the press conference and thanking everyone for coming before I switch off both screens.
I’m furious.
Not because the media broke protocol, asking questions that weren’t on the schedule, but because I was so close to Chrissy… and now she must think I’m some kind of pervert.
But I have to know, I can’t help it.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Chrissy?” I hear myself asking, surprising myself at the accusing tone of my own voice.
She freezes and her head turns to one side, letting me see the confused look on her face before she turns to face me fully.
I step over to her again, wanting to reach out to her but knowing to keep my distance until I know she feels the same way I do.
“No,” she says, shaking her head, bewildered before adding, “What was all that about, those questions?”
I don’t know what to say, for the first time in a long time, I can only realize again how much Chrissy makes me speechless. The thought of her being unhappy the only thing that finds my voice.
I shrug, creasing my mouth while trying not to groan.
Wanting to tell her just one thing, but seeing in her eyes she has a thousand more questions.
“Your dad’s done a fine job,” I tell her truthfully, already making another decision instantly. The promotion of Chrissy’s dad to the new head of public relations.
“That prick Campbell’s finished,” I add dismissively.
But Chrissy’s eyes are searching mine for something else. She looks worried.
“God, Chrissy. Isn’t it obvious!” I ask her, stepping over and taking her hands in mine, heaving relief when she grips them both back.
“I asked you if you believe in fate? Destiny? For a reason.”
Her eyes drop to the floor, lifting only slightly to settle on my growing crotch that’s bulging again already beyond my control.
I want more than anything to press her hand to my member, to let her feel me, hoping she can bring me the relief I crave, but I honor my own pledge to only have her if she offers herself.
“This! This is what you do to me,” I gasp, looking down at myself and feeling a jolt of excitement as her own sound of arousal escapes her, as she moves closer to me, her chest heaving in time with my own heart and letting me draw her close, so close that I can… that we can finally…
I watch her clear blue eyes getting closer to mine, feeling her shiver in my arms as I draw her close.
Despite everything, I know that destiny wins.
That love will always find a way.
I can sense the wetness of her lips as they almost touch mine. Her breath on mine as I pull her closer still, her warmth about to meet mine.
That’s what this is.
This is love.
I tell myself that, feeling the bubble burst before it’s made.
The heavy knock on the door jolts us both apart.
Chapter Five
Chrissy
The whole thing is surreal.
Before Logan even moves in closer again, before I even tell myself this is what I really want forever.
The scene with my dad on the TV, those questions, and the thoughts it all stirs up…
It takes a back seat when Logan tells me the one thing I know I’ve longed to hear, not just now but for my whole adult life.
That I have an effect on him he can’t control.
That this man wants me. He really wants me.
There’s a loud knocking sound at the door that keeps Logan from the outside world, that keeps us from anything that isn’t right now.
Before anything else, Logan takes my chin in his forefinger and thumb and makes me promise we’ll pick up this feeling, this exact moment before his lip quivers in the air in front of me.
I feel myself sigh in agreement, dreamily nodding and wanting nothing else but his smooth mouth on mine.
“Just tell me you want this,” he murmurs and I feel the electricity dancing between us, his lips so close it makes me whimper an agreement.
“To be continued,” he says firmly, not wanting to let go of me, but yielding to his own protocols as he barks for whoever it is to come in.
“Oh! Sorry, Mr. Parker. I thought you were-”
“Speak!” Logan growls, letting his eyes and body shift away from me as he bores his powerful gaze into another man I haven’t seen before.
“The press conference,” The man says, his brow cocking and a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth. “I just came to see if there was anything you wanted me to do about that train wreck ending, plus Campbell and Foster want to come up,” the man adds, focusing on me and letting his eyes scan me.
Making me feel ill with his judgment.
His look which borders on disgust.
“I thought I told you I wasn’t to be disturbed,” Logan snarls, not even trying to hide his own anger. The other man, way smaller than Logan shrinks back, collecting himself as his own eyes get shifty. Cunning.
“I don’t think you did, Sir. I just…”
He starts to say, but Logan’s not having any of it.
“What do you really want Mike?” he says through gritted teeth, moving away from me and swelling to what looks like twice his size as he takes a menacing step towards the other man.
“I just figured you might need some support is all, just so you know I’m here for you,” he says, but Logan is almost on him before he can close the door as the other shrinks back even further.
“I’m not to be disturbed, Mike,
