Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I feel as though my heart will burst with happiness at these words, and lean forward, breathless.
“Really?” I ask.
“Really,” Logan affirms before taking my hand. “Even more, I’d like for us to continue like this, just me and you,” he growls, his eyes flashing with desire for me. “Of course, only if you feel the same.”
“You know I do,” I whisper, wanting this fairytale to never end. “But go slow, okay? There’s no need to turn out these women at the drop of the hat. A lot of them would have no place to go. A lot of them would probably go back to escorting, and they shouldn’t feel pressured to do that.”
Logan nods, squeezing my hand.
“Of course not. We’ll do it in stages, but mark my words, honey. I want to pursue this with you, Jasmine, and you alone. No audience is needed, so I think the other women need to be given their walking papers.”
The breath catches in my throat as I look into his deep blue eyes because this new development is beyond my wildest dreams. Not only has Logan been monogamous with me, but it sounds like he wants to take our relationship to the next level. Is this even possible? My man merely winks.
“You’ll see,” he nods, satisfied. Then, the next course arrives: steak with roasted potatoes and hollandaise sauce. My mouth waters as the butler sets my plate before me.
“Dig in, sweetheart,” Logan orders teasingly. “We have several more courses to get through, and I believe you and I still have unfinished business to attend.”
“I believe we do!” I murmur in a throaty tone. After all, this man has already fulfilled my wildest dreams and I’m delirious with happiness. Now, I just need to finish dinner before we explore the promise of what lies beyond.
7
Logan
My caddie drives the golf cart to the end of the eighteenth hole, where my buddy Jake is already putting. It’s the perfect day for golf: cloudy and mild, with no sign of rain. Ordinarily, I’d just go about my business, but I can’t focus today. I keep thinking of the beautiful girl that has me entranced, and it’s a doozy. I should be doing any number of things to further my business interests, but all I can picture is Jasmine’s beautiful smile; big brown eyes; and of course, that luscious body. So I canceled all my meetings this afternoon and decided to come hit some balls with Jake instead.
But it hasn’t proven to be of much use. Jasmine’s angelic features keep popping up into my head, her sweet smile making me all goddamn soft inside. And now I’m losing to Jake. This last putt better do it, or my mood will be completely irredeemable for the rest of the day.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jake laughs as I start choosing a club. “I can’t remember the last time you lost this bad.”
“The day’s not over yet,” I growl, plucking out a putter of my bag.
“If you say so,” Jake replies. His handsome face looks smug as he watches me prepare to swing.
Jake’s a rich motherfucker, having inherited a fortune from his father’s oil business. Yet he works, day in and day out, as a high school teacher. I have no idea why he even has a job, but he says teaching has certain “redeeming features” that he appreciates. Ha. I’d like to hear what those are because it certainly can’t be the pay.
Another golf cart is heading our way, and as it pulls up next to us, I see that it’s a young woman from the golf club bar. She gets out, her long legs swinging out from behind the driver’s seat. Her miniskirt barely covers the tops of her thighs as she struts over to us, smiling flirtatiously. She’s carrying a small cooler.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” asks Jake, his sunglasses pushed down his nose so he can peer over the tops of them. He’s eyeing her curvaceous figure and big white smile. Once, I would have found the woman appealing. But now she looks like anybody to me, and I’m not interested.
“We just got a delivery of some new craft beers at the bar,” she purrs, “and these are a limited edition. I was wondering if you gentlemen would like to enjoy them during your game?” She sets the cooler down in front of us, and Jake opens it with an arrogant flick of the toe of his shoe. Sure enough, inside are six frosted artisanal beer bottles. Just the kind of thing that would go down well on a mild day. I reach forward to pick one up with a curt “thanks” and go back to lining up my putter. But Jake has other ideas.
“Hmm,” murmurs Jake, “you know what I like, don’t you, Roxy?”
Hell, her name is Roxy? I’m astonished at Jake’s mnemonic memory when it comes to women because it’s a gift I’ve never had. Hell, I can barely remember the names of the women in my own harem, but Jake’s at another level. He could be a politician, given his talent. Meanwhile, Roxy giggles while tossing a long lock of blonde hair over her shoulder.