by Terry Towers
Angelica's smile faded slightly. This didn't sound too good to her. In fact it sounded bad, really bad. "May I ask what it is you want?"
He gave her a wink. "Let's just keep that as a little surprise for now."
Chapter 2
Why am I so nervous? It's a simple business arrangement. That's all. But she couldn't help it. Logan was due to arrive at any moment and there was something about the way they had left things between them... She shook her head at herself. She was being silly. He was there for the money and to help her out. But the look in his eyes when she'd said anything and that smirk on his lips when he told her what he wanted was going to be a surprise made her uneasy.
She peered at her expression in her vanity mirror, something was not right. Earrings! Her diamond stud earrings didn't match the simple black tube dress she was wearing. She opened the top drawer of her vanity and began to look for her silver hoops when a chill ran up her spine.
Her body tensed and she slowly lifted her eyes and screamed.
"Whoa, is that anyway to greet your new roommate for the month?"
Spinning around, eyes narrowed, her heart racing, she glared at him and jabbed at his shoulder with her fist. "You jackass! How did you get in here! I didn't hear the doorbell. You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Laughing, he opened his right palm and dangled a set of keys before her eyes. "Uncle Clayton gave me a set."
"Well, you could have at least rang the doorbell."
His grin widened. "But I live here. Why would I ring the doorbell, Princess?" he had a little smirk on his face - the smirk - that made her uneasy.
He had a point, she knew this, but it didn't make her less angry. "But this is my private room Logan."
Logan turned and shrugged as he walked away. "Yeah, I get it. I'm intruding here. I'll just leave and drop the keys back to Uncle Clayton on my way back to New York. Good luck finding a job."
Oh shit, shit, shit! Chasing after him, she caught him just as he was exiting her room. As her hand enclosed on his upper arm, he stopped in mid-stride. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I was startled. Don't go, please."
Logan slowly turned to face her. He looked down at the keys in his hand then back up at her, meeting her eyes. He was playing with her; she could see the amusement in his gaze. Had he seriously been planning on leaving? She didn't know, but didn't want to chance it.
"Alright. I'll stay." He thrust the keys into his pants pocket.
Angelica let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Good. Thank you."
"You know, it was a long drive and I'm famished. Why don't you go fix me something to eat."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I should have offered you a tour. Let me show you where the kitchen is."
"I already gave myself a tour. No need. I took the bedroom right there." He nodded towards the room two doors down from her. "But I want you to make me something."
What do I look like his fucking servant? Oh God! Her eyes widened as she stared up at him, her jaw going slack, as what he had in mind for her started to fall into place. She could see it in his deep green eyes that challenged her to say no.
"So let me get this straight. Am I supposed to be some sort of servant of yours for the next month?"
Logan reached out and touched her cheek, trailing his index finger along her jaw, to grasp her chin in his hand. She wanted to sigh at his sensual, yet possessive touch. She wanted to dislike him, but at the same time she wanted him.
"Something like that," he responded.
She gulped down the lump forming in her throat. She had to suck it up. It was only a month. Once the month was over her inheritance would be hers and she could say goodbye to Logan forever. Maybe seeing her squirm was what he wanted. Two could play that game. Pasting on a broad smile she nodded, she'd kill the bastard with kindness. "Oh course. Anything in particular you'd like prepared... Sir?"
Returning her smile he dropped his hand from her chin and shrugged. "As long as it doesn't have onions I'll be a happy man."
I bet you will.
****
Logan did a little more exploring of the house and grounds while Angelica set off to prepare him something to eat. Calling him 'Sir' earlier was pretty cheeky of her. This might be a little more fun than he'd originally anticipated. Truth was he was extremely attracted to her and if he'd allow himself he was sure he'd have an interest in her. But he couldn't allow himself. He wouldn't.
Roughly a half hour from the time she rushed off, he made his way into the kitchen. The delicious aroma assaulted his nostrils before he crossed the threshold. Walking into the kitchen he was surprised to see she had the small kitchen table already set up and his portion served and waiting.
"I hope you like filet minion and veggies. No onions." She gave him a wide smile, that didn't quite carry through to her blue eyes and she motioned to table. "Sit down and tell me what you'd like to me get you to drink."
"Beer."
"Beer?" Already in the process of opening a bottle of red wine, she stopped and gave him a looked that bordered on horror at the suggestion. He snickered to himself. I guess the Lawson family aren't beer drinkers. She set the bottle of wine on the countertop and went over to the fridge. Opening it she grabbed a beer from the bottom shelf and brought it over to him.
"Not a beer drinker princess?"
Her body visibly tensed, but she kept a smile pasted on her lips. "Oh I love beer. Love!"
"That wouldn't happen to be sarcasm would it?" He twisted off the cover to the bottle and took a long swig. She rolled her eyes at him as she walked back over to the counter and proceeded to open the bottle of wine and pour herself a glass. With a snicker, he cut off a piece of the steak and took a bite. It was surprisingly delicious, moist and a perfect medium rare. "Why don't you have something to eat? This is delicious Angelica."
Finishing off her glass of wine she shook her head. "Going out in a bit."
He stopped eating and clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth as he once again gave her body a once over. The dress fell above mid-thigh and the bodice hugged her breasts. The cool air of the kitchen had turned her nipples into hardened peaks pushing against the spandex material.
"So where to?'' He raised an inquisitive brow, attempting to appear casual.
"Just a place. A club. You wouldn't be interested." She attempted to leave, but Logan was up out of his chair and blocking her path before she could make it to the doorway.
"Which club?"
Anger flashed within her eyes, as she glared at him. "The Excess Club. No offense, but you're not invited." She made an attempt to walk past him, but his arm shot out, slipped around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
His jaw tensed as he tried to control his desire for her. Her soft, sweet smelling body was so tight to him. His dick immediately hardened and strained against his jeans, begging to be unleashed.
"Let me go Logan." She made a half-assed attempt to push away from him, but he held tight.
"What if I want to go?" He met her challenging glare with one of his own. "Maybe I'd like to see what the great city of Boston has to offer in the way of hot spots?"
She quit struggling. "I'll never sleep with you Logan if that is what this is about."
He might have been insulted if he hadn't felt how her body melted against his, or he didn't see the desire in those blue eyes that she was fighting to suppress. He touched the side of her face and she inhaled sharply, her lips parting slightly averting her gaze. He slid his thumb along her lower lip and her body trembled against him.
"Logan don't," she whispered, avoiding his gaze at all costs, but he could see her faint blush.
"Never say never Angel," he whispered softly into her ear before releasing her.
****
By the time she had gotten to the club, Angelica had worked herself into a frenzy of anger and frustration. "Never say never Angel," she mimicked him as she leaned against the back wall and watched as a few of her friends danced. She was too pis
sed to dance. And frustrated. Bringing her cocktail to her lips she swallowed down the remainder of the drink and set the empty glass on the ledge behind her.
"Care to dance?"
She was so wrapped up in her anger that she hadn't even realized that the music had shifted to a soft ballad and couples were pairing off on the dance floor. She was about to say no without even looking at the person asking, but at the last second she turned and gave the blonde-haired man a smile and nodded. He was almost as tall as Logan, but not nearly as solidly built or good looking. But it didn't matter, going out was suppose to take her mind off of her worries and her new roommate. So the man leading her to the dance floor would do.
They reached the center of the dance floor and he pulled her into his arms. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him and was about to lay her head on his shoulder when her eyes caught sight of Logan. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me."
"Ummm. What?"
She ignored her dance partner and actually growled when Logan's eyes caught hers and he gave her a wave and a wide smile. "Is he for real?"
"Who? Excuse me?" Her partner loosened his grip on her and took a step back just as Logan reached them.
"What are you doing here Logan?" She stepped away from her partner fully and planted her hands on her hips, tapping her silver heeled shoe on the hardwood dance floor.
Logan shrugged. "Checking out this amazing club. So who's your date?"
"Ummm. He..." Damn, I don't even know his name. She groaned inwardly.
Logan frowned and made a tisking sound. She rolled her eyes at him.
He focused his attention on the bewildered blonde-haired man and extended his hand to the other man. "Logan Sinclair."
With hesitation the man accepted his hand and gave it a shake. "Bruce Van Der Comp."
"Well there you go Angelica. His name is Bruce Van Der.... Well, Van Der something."
He leaned into her and whispered. "You know I really don't give a fuck, but thought you should know his name."
Oh-my-God, this is humiliating. She prayed the floor would open up and swallow her whole. "What do you want?"
Pulling his wallet out of the inside pocket of the black leather jacket he was wearing he pulled out a bill and passed it to Bruce. "I need to speak with her a moment privately. Go get a drink, on me, and we'll be done by the time you get back."
The look of confusion rose on Bruce's expression, but he accepted the bill and with one last look at Angelica he left in the direction of the bar.
"Why are you doing this?" Angelica groaned as Logan pulled her into his arms, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her tight. She hated that she loved the feel of his body so much, almost as much as she hated the way his aftershave smelled so amazing and drew her into him.
"I have a present for you."
A present?
His lips were close to her ear and she actually sighed, slipping her arms around his neck and holding tight to him. Why did she have to want him? He was such a pompous, arrogant jackass, but she wanted him. Damn, damn, damn.
"Reach into the left hand pocket of my jacket and pull out what's inside."
Slipping her hand into his jacket pocket, she grabbed onto something long and round. What in the hell? Pulling it out she brought it to eye level. "What is it?" She had a sinking suspicion she knew, but needed confirmation.
He pulled back, so he could look her in the eye, but still kept his arms around her. "Anal plug, and I have the controls to activate the vibration function."
"Are you crazy? You want me to put this in? Now?" She looked at the plug and then back at him, disbelief evident in her features. "No way." Outraged, she attempted to pull away from him, but he pulled her back into him.
"If you want that inheritance, I think you will do it."
Grinding her teeth she looked up and their eyes locked. For whatever reason he had it in his mind to make her month a living hell... Well to hell with him, she could take whatever he threw at her! "Fine. She looked down at the plug and then back up at him. You want to join me in the ladies room to help put this in?"
Giving her a slap on the ass, he gave her a wink. "Nah, I'll trust you. Besides-" he pulled the little control box from him other pocket. "-I'll know if it's in or not."
Chapter 3
Logan really didn't think she'd do it, but she'd come out of the ladies room plug in place and resumed dancing with the jackass he'd found her with. She'd look over at him from time to time and there was no doubt in his mind she was being extra affectionate with Mr Van-Der-don't-give-a-fuck-his-name, just to make him jealous. So each time, she'd get a little too chummy with good ol' Bruce, Logan would hit the button and she'd cringe as he assumed the vibrations jolted her arousal.
There was a big problem in his plan though. He was getting hard watching her and it was driving him mad with jealousy watching her with that guy. She was getting horny, and Bruce was reaping the rewards.
Yeah, his plan wasn't working out quite as well as he'd hoped. She was supposed to be embarrassed or refuse to wear it at all, not getting horned up and nearly dry humping Van-Der-Chump on the floor. Deciding that this arrangement was just not working out to his satisfaction Logan made his way back through the crowd towards the couple.
"Ummm. Yeah buddy. I think it's time you found a new dance partner," Logan stated, tapping Bruce on the shoulder and hooking his thumb over his shoulder motioning for Bruce to get lost.
"But, we're having a good time pal. What's your deal anyhow?"
Logan's jaw clenched. "My deal is that I think it's time you two broke it up and you found yourself someone else to dance with. That's my deal."
Angelica gave him a sexy little smirk, as if silently pronouncing her victory over him. Bruce hesitated, as if deciding whether or not Angelica was worth a confrontation or not. With a disgusted shake of the head he turned without saying so much as good-bye to Angelica and strode off, disappearing into the sea of dancing couples and groups.
"Not having a good time Logan? The Boston nightlife, just not what it is in New York?"
"Having a peachy time." He growled at the look of self-satisfaction in her eyes. Grabbing her hand he pulled her into his arms. The sweet smelling scent of peaches drifted up to him. To his surprise she didn't protest, instead she melted into him, her body pressing up against his. Her stomach pressed against his semi-hard and growing cock, fuelling his desire and his annoyance.
Her smile had faded, but as she looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Were you getting jealous Logan Sinclair?" She ran her index finger along the side of his neck and his body tensed. "Did you keep thinking about how turned on you were making me? And you were wishing it was you I was pressed up against?" She lowered her mouth to his neck and lightly grazed her lips along it. She teased just enough to make him want to usher her off to a secluded corner and have his way with her.
Two could play at her little game! He reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the button to activating the vibrating butt plug. She tensed and moaned softly fisting the lapels of his leather jacket. She pressed her body up against him, her breasts, crushing up against his chest.
"I like it so much more than I had thought I would," she purred.
He pulled back slightly and caught her gaze. "It would appear so."
She slipped her hands under his jacket and caressed his chest over his shirt, while keeping her eyes locked to his. "I might even re-consider that little no sex comment I made earlier."
****
Angelica liked seeing the discomfort and slight confusion in Logan's expression and chalked up her first victory. She had to admit she'd been apprehensive about wearing the plug, she'd never had anal let alone a toy rammed up her ass, but after some awkward positioning in the ladies room she'd managed it. It felt foreign and intrusive - at first - but now she was becoming accustomed to and even welcoming the sudden jolts of arousal it spurred within her each time he pressed that little b
utton of his.
His uneasy expression suddenly changed and he gave her a sexy smile that caused her pussy to clench and a shot of excitement to rush through her. What was he planning?
He lowered his hands to her backside and pulled her groin tight against his rock solid erection. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man you've been trying to make jealous all night Angel."
Would it be so bad to have one night with him? A fast, hard fuck and then be done with it. The tension she felt with him would be gone, her thirst quenched and they could go about their remaining few weeks. But the problem was that she knew he had an agenda. She was some pawn to him to settle an old score with her father. He'd never said it in those words, but she wasn't stupid. She knew.
To hell with it! She was in the mood to play with a little fire tonight. She'd deal with the consequences in the morning. And for the next month, a voice in the back of her head reminded her. She ignored the voice.
Taking a quick peek around them to see if anyone was watching, and as suspected not a soul was interested in the two of them. Slipping a hand down the length of his muscular torso she rubbed the ridge of his cock outside of his jeans. "Did I make you jealous Logan?"
He breathed in sharply, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he visibly attempted to control himself. A low growl like sound came from him as he slipped his hand behind her head and his lips lowered to hers, claiming them with a passion that had her moaning against his lips.
With a soft sigh, her lips parted and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She fisted his jacket once more as her body became engulfed in her need for him. The hardness and power of his body against hers, his scent - so masculine, so Logan - and the feel of his hands exploring her body as his tongue explored her mouth, it was all too much. All thoughts of whether or not it was a wise decision to give herself to him faded away and all that remained was her need - strong and primal.
