Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Did you write me a love letter?” I ask, peering at the envelope. “Damn, Logan. I’m flattered.”
“Open it later.”
I stand up, shoving it into my pocket. “Logan, I just want you to know something. If I ended up doing a photoshoot for you, for some magazine, I wouldn’t get the fame or scrutiny you’re so afraid of. If I was just your photographer, I’d get some minor attention from niche fashion pages, and maybe some low-level notoriety among other artists. But it wouldn’t be the kind of fame you have. It wouldn’t even be close.”
He looks at me like he’s weighing the truth of what I said.
I can tell he knows I’m right.
Fashion photographers don’t have Princess Diana-level fame, which is what Logan seems to be so afraid of.
He may never tell me why he’s so sensitive to it, but he should at least know I’m not afraid of working with him.
“I’ll think about it,” he tells me.
“If I become known as your photographer first, I’ll actually get less scrutiny,” I tell him. “No one questions a celebrity for getting photos taken. Even if people did look me up, they’d find that I’ve been an artist for a long time. It would be on our terms.”
Suddenly I hear the sound of footsteps on the balcony, and Emily returns inside.
“They’re awesome,” she says, smiling at Logan. “The car should be here to pick them up in a few, but that was a good meeting. Now, I hate to say it, Chase, but I need Logan for an hour or two. He has to go over some extremely boring, extremely important contracts with me.”
“Let’s do it,” Logan tells her. “By the way, Chase, there are a bunch of different baguette sandwiches out on the balcony if you’d like one. Feel free.”
“I was just on my way out. Emily, I’ll have that dessert order ready for pickup by six.”
“You’re a god. Thanks,” she tells me.
Logan gives me a nod.
I head down the entryway to leave.
I shut the suite door and walk back out into the hallway with all this fizz of energy still in my body, but now it has nowhere to go, and it’s kind of making me feel like I’m crazy.
I wanted to stay that close to Logan.
No.
What I really wanted was to sink my teeth into his lower lip, get him naked, tackle him to the floor and edge his cock until he can’t help but give me all his cum again, so much goddamn cum it shouldn’t even be physically possible for one man to produce in those amounts, and nghh, fuck, I’m so attracted to him it’s almost painful.
I get into the elevator and rip open the envelope Logan gave me, shaking out the contents.
And multiple crisp, fresh hundred-dollar bills fall into my hand.
I count them, my stomach twisting into a knot.
“Oh, fuck you,” I mutter under my breath.
CHAPTER 15
LOGAN
“Give me just a moment,” I tell Emily as I walk past her again in the living room, heading for the end of the suite.
The other actors just left, and I’m so physically distracted that I can’t go over dry, boring contracts unless I do something about it.
Not seeing Chase for a week was supposed to help. But it seemed to only make everything ten times worse.
It’s like I’ve been holding up a dam inside me. It almost broke on the video call last week, but now it just got destroyed.
I’m flooded with him. As I walk down the hall, my cock is aching like a fucking heavy weight between my legs, and I feel like I could come just from brushing up against the couch a little too closely. There’s something seriously wrong with me, because it’s been like this since I finally broke down and told Chase how badly I’ve missed him, and it only got worse when he stroked his hand down my back.
I need to keep my sanity intact right now.
And there’s only one way to ensure that.
Em gives me a short wave, her eyes already laser-focused on the paperwork on the table. She reads those types of things very closely, and I expect she’ll be deep in that document for at least the next 20 minutes.
I head to the end of the hall in the suite, stride through the master bedroom, and shut the door to the bathroom.
My skin is molten hot, my button-down cloying against my skin.
I lean my back against the closed door and fumble to undo the button on my pants, shoving them down fast and releasing my cock that’s been straining against my boxer briefs.
I start to stroke myself steadily but firmly, and I pick up the pace fast. I don’t have time for this, and I have an entire mountain-sized fire to put out right now.
But he was here.
So close to me. Touching me in the way only he’s allowed to do.