Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(71)

Bront? snorted. “Well, I’m heading off to bed. See you in the morning.”

Gretchen didn’t look up from the screen. “See you.”

Bront? went to bed, and just like she’d promised, her thoughts were entirely of Logan.

***

The next night, Logan took her out to a popular Broadway show, and she had an amazing time. She didn’t even raise an eyebrow when he produced box seats instead of ones in the nosebleed section. Afterward, they went out for drinks and spent the evening talking and laughing together. She told him about her childhood in the Midwest, and he told her about his adventures at boarding school as a boy. When they parted that night, he simply given her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The next night, he took her ice skating at Rockefeller, determined to show her a good time even if it meant hitting every tourist hot spot that New York had to offer. She didn’t care, though. She loved the sheer fun of being out with him, seeing all the famous places around town. Holding hands with him as they careened around the ice. She laughed the entire time, and even Logan’s serious face had a smile on it.

Of course, that night, he gave her just a caress on the cheek and a quick peck before leaving her on the stoop, her pulse throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

She knew he was doing it on purpose, of course. If she wanted to have a few dates just as a normal couple, they’d take it slow. Extremely slow. That had been her plan, after all. A week or two of just dating.

Unfortunately for her, the plan was backfiring in a major way. By the time they went on a walk through Central Park two days later, his every touch sent a ripple of desire through her body. Her n**ples were hard enough at his nearness that she wore several layers of clothing to cover it up. And when he leaned in to nuzzle the nape of her neck in a quietly affectionate move, her knees went weak, her sex instantly wet.

This was not exactly how she’d planned for the week to go. She said nothing, of course, though she might have rubbed up against Logan’s thigh a bit more than she should have in the carriage ride around the park, and when he held her close, she might have pushed her h*ps back suggestively. Her skin was heated and flushed with need, but he only gave her a light kiss on the lips.

If this is how he thinks normal people date, she thought wryly, he is going to be very surprised when I jump his bones in the next date or two. She had wanted to move slow with Logan to prove that the real spark was there between them. However, he had apparently interpreted “slow” as “glacial.”

She couldn’t really complain, though. His schedule kept him busy in the daytime, though he’d send her occasional text messages throughout the day to let her know what their plans were for that evening, or simply to tell her he was thinking about her. When she’d told him she was looking forward to their date, he’d sent back a quote that made her heart flutter with delight.

“. . . and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other’s sight, as I may say, even for a moment . . .”

She’d been giddy over that single text. She hadn’t even corrected him considering that was a quote from a satire of love. It was meant from the heart from Logan, and that was all that counted.

Meanwhile Gretchen, who was still on deadline and crankier than ever, complained that Bront? was too easily swayed. And maybe it was true.

But she knew it was love. At least, it was on her end. Love and desire and need and want all mixed into one giant bundle of nerves. And while she knew it was love, she also knew one other thing for certain.

She wasn’t going to be the one to say it first. Not this time.

Chapter Twelve

Logan told Bront? to ask Cooper for the day off on Monday. She asked, with a bemused smile on her face. Cooper was confused about the situation, of course. Since Logan was in the process of buying the coffee shop, and she was dating Logan, did she really have to ask Cooper?

Yes, Bront? informed him. She did.

She got the day off, of course.

When Logan showed up with the limo, she should have been mad at him, but he had such a I-know-I’ve-been-bad smile on his face that she couldn’t get upset. Instead, she eyed the car and then his clothing, noting that despite the expensive wheels, he was dressed down in jeans and a ribbed sweater. “What’s with the limo?”

“We need a ride out to where we’re going today.”

She crossed her arms but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “We do, huh?”

“We do,” he agreed, and produced a blindfold. “Unless you don’t mind walking the streets blindfolded. This is for you.”

Skeptical, Bront? took the length of fabric from him. “Blindfolded?”

“For our surprise date.” He took it from her and gestured for her to turn around.

Obediently, she turned, biting back her smile. She could feel his fingers moving over the back of her head, and skitters of delight moved through her at even that simple touch. When his hand clasped her arm, she jumped in surprise, gasping.

“Did I startle you?”

“No, I-I’m okay.” Her n**ples were hard, though. Embarrassingly so. “How long do I have to wear this?”

“Until we get there,” he told her, and then led her into the limo.