Logan: Alpha Alliance Book I のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Emory--I have a bath going just how I like– hot as lava, aromatic oils, and bubbles on top– with my phone, a hand towel, and a book on my tub table, ready to call Cora and spill everything. Cora and I have been best friends for years and years now. We were roomies in college, both taking classes in the fine arts wing for most of our days. I was busily getting my interior design degree to fulfill my dreams and Cora was going for journalism to fulfill hers. She’s working at a tabloid right now, but that’s just a stepping stone for her. One day she’ll leverage herself into the New York Times and write hard-hitting masterpieces month after month. Cora is the type you always know will go far; she has always worked hard, has always been driven, and she has absolutely always known how to best leverage what she has available to her in order to achieve her ambition. I’ll admit, I rode her coattails a little bit when it came to networking in college, but she is always there for me when I need

Emory--I find it's both exciting and nerve-wracking to go back to the office on Friday. I can't decide if I want to see Logan or hide from him until our date. I have no idea how professional to be with him at this point. Should we hide our relationship at work? I'll have to check the employee handbook for the office fraternization policies. It's still January cold on my walk to work the next morning. At least it hasn't snowed in a bit– I'd hate to get water damage on my heels. I'll have to get some walking shoes to make it through the slush… I pause as I start to feel like someone is watching me. A quick glance at the windows of office buildings around me shows nobody's reflection behind mine, and pulling up the camera on my phone shows a big fat nothing in the blind spots, and also that my hair is slowly expanding with humidity. I might have gotten hasty in rejoicing the lack of snow. I'll go shopping tonight. Finally daring to actually turn around and check for the eyes on me, al

I finally, FINALLY get through Friday, and I'm taking my time packing up just to give Logan an extra minute or two to come with me… or not. I don't have to worry about trying not to feel rejected because his shadow darkens my desk again. What a nice, wide, shadow his nice, wide shoulders cast. I finish packing up at warp speed, ready to get the day over with and be with Logan. He smirks a little at my obvious haste, but with a date already planned, I think it’s ok for him to be aware I like him. “So, how was your day? Any important meetings?” I ask him, half teasing. He was vague about what he does before and I try not to feel like I’m fishing. “Well, every meeting should be important, but this was my most important one today.” Sweet, and still vague. I’ll try again later, I suppose. We’ll have a later, after all. “I’m flattered! I suppose you’re here to walk me home again? I hope it’s not out of anxiety– I like hanging out with you but I really can take care of myself. Besides, I m

Emory--I spend all of Saturday pampering myself, starting with a nice long bath where I exfoliate, shave, and moisturize afterward. Once I get my hair dried and pinned the way I want it to wave later, I start on finding an outfit. I know Logan said dinner, but he didn’t say anything about where. We could be going to his favorite diner or pizza place, or Eleven Madison Park or Estela. I finally give up and text him to ask. Me:It just occurred to me that I have a question for you.Logan:I bet I have the answer Me:Very cute, but this is important, mister!Logan:Oh shit, life or death? Ask away.Me:I don’t want to puncture the man-of-mystery thing you have going here, but I need to know so I don’t feel like a weirdo. Is this a jeans and heels kind of dinner or a dress and heels kind of dinner?Logan:I notice the heels are not optional. What if I told you we were going on a walking tour? We’re not, but it could happen. I would say…. A dress and heels. I like your legs better in

Emory--Logan kisses me once, hard, before pulling back to look me in the eyes for an endless second. Without looking away from me, he asks the driver to roll up the partition. I'm already breathing hard when he smiles at me and uses a hand in my hair to tilt my head back a little more. “We're alone now, little rose, and I don't think I can make it through dinner, do you?” He peppers kisses along my jaw as he speaks, until he reaches the spot just behind my ear. I'm left with no air when he plants a sucking kiss just there before asking again “Well? I need a yes or no, baby. Do you want me to stop?” He nips at my earlobe, causing me to gasp as I finally answer.“Oh! N-no, don't stop” I feel his sensual laugh against the skin of my throat while he starts tugging at the tie on my dress. “Good girl” Oh hell, why did that make my heart pound? “Oh? You like being my good girl, don't you?” He kisses my pulse once before pulling back, waiting for my answer. “Don't you, Emory? Are you a goo