I want to say something, but I can only stare. Catching a glimpse of myself, I can see my face is flushed and my pupils are like black saucers. My chest looks like I’ve stuffed an ammo belt down my bra, with two anti-aircraft shells sticking out.
Jeez, I feel like they could cut glass! What is this man doing to me?
He inhales deeply, his curled lip broadening to a smile and I have to tell myself he’s just looking in the mirror, not looking at me.
Not like that anyway.
He couldn’t.
Nobody ever looks at me like that.
“I hope you don’t mind me stealing you away from your dad,” he says in a deep, commanding tone.
I feel my head shaking before he’s even finished speaking.
“I just wanted to… well,” he says, stopping himself before continuing as if he has to think through what he’s about to say.
“Well, I just… wanted you all to myself I guess. Getting to know the face of Father-Daughter week here at Logan,” he says with determination, that dimple flexing again as he stiffens his jaw.
In a way, I wish it was just me and Logan, that my dad didn’t have to be here at all today. That I could actually be his new secretary or something, starting my whole new adult life at Logan Industries with the man himself.
Working under him.
The thought makes me smile, almost to the point of laughing which makes Logan curious.
“Something funny?” he asks, his own warm smile developing an air of mischief as if he’s thinking something similar.
“Just nervous.” I shiver, feeling my nipples scratch through my blouse again and making me squeak as a ripple of erotic energy washes over my whole body, aching for Logan to lean in closer.
Yearning for him to touch me without even knowing how or what I’d do in reply to his caress.
His hand gently touching my arm sends another ripple of excitement through me, making me jump a little.
“I mean it, Chrissy,” he says in that deep, commanding tone again. “You’re mine, understand?”
I nod without thinking, hardly wanting my eyes to come back into focus but needing to see him so close.
Needing to savor the moment of him touching me again, no matter how slight.
The elevator door opens silently and the light from outside comes streaming in, but neither of us moves to exit. I can feel the wide-open space, the luxury beyond the elevator, but I don’t think either of us wants to break this moment.
His hand on my arm gives a little squeeze and after what feels like forever, he asks me, “Shall we?”
I manage to move my eyes from his and follow the line of his outstretched hand, gasping again, but this time from the sight and size of what I guess must be Logan’s office.
There’s a single, frosted glass wall with a solid door nearby the elevator, in a kind of small foyer within the whole space.
At a glance, I can tell it leads to the outside world, his army of secretaries, and ‘people.’ But the rest of the space, the huge desk and bank of floor to ceiling windows floating on the plush carpet, I know by instinct belong to Logan.
It is Logan…
The smell, the feel, and the presence of everything. It’s like the man himself has cast his hand over an empty space and left a complete impression of his commanding energy, his personality, and his powerful sense of style and taste.
Not to mention luxury.
I’m almost scared to breathe, but the view from the windows is too much, and against my own inhibitions which I feel crumbling by the second, I trot over and practically press my nose to the glass.
We must be on the very top floor, with a view of the city that spans right out to the ocean on one side, and knuckles of gnarled hills way off in the distance on the other.
“It’s just beautiful!” I hear myself exclaiming, not even believing I live in the same city that has such a view.
“It most certainly is,” I hear him saying, another low sound coming from him and making me turn, realizing he hasn’t been looking at the view at all, just me.
I blush with embarrassment, and as he steps closer I suddenly feel out of place. Like a cheap item returned to the wrong shelf, along with all the high-end stuff.
I feel… I feel…
“What do you feel?” he asks me, reading my mind again and taking one final, long stride and landing his feet in front of me, so close I can feel the heat from his body, the warm spice of his cologne melting into me.
My eyes drift to a bank of huge screens, part of the subtle division between Logan’s office and what must be his personal living space.
I do a quick double-take, confused by the sight of my dad until it registers that it must be a live feed from the local news, another screen has the same story.
National news.
My dad looks nervous, but he’s doing his best to answer questions, surrounded by girls my age and their proud looking fathers.
“I didn’t mean to throw him to the wolves,” Logan says softly, inhaling as he leans in closer.
My head is turned to the screens, but I know he’s smelling my hair.
I turn quickly, the volume of the press conference fills the room, making me jump again. But the closeness of Logan cancels all that out.
He’s leaning over, and I find myself leaning up. Our faces getting closer.
Chapter Four
Logan
I’m not doing anything. Not really.
If you put a strong magnet next to the right thing it can’t be stopped.
A force of nature. A universal principle.
The same way I generated every opportunity, every little piece of wealth that gathered into an unstoppable force, I feel the same thing with Chrissy, only stronger.
Out of my control though, almost.
“Do you believe in destiny?” I ask her, wanting nothing more than to just grab her. Take her in my arms and throw her over my shoulder, taking her where I know she belongs right now.
On her back in my bed. Our bed.
She’s about to either nod or close her eyes as I decide to go in for a kiss.
Fuck it, she’s gonna be mine and I have to stake my claim quick. I can’t have her walking around alone anymore… unless?
The thought strikes panic in me, creating a new ripple across my heart.
What if she’s already got a boyfriend?
Engaged even?
I mean, for god’s sake, look at her! How could she not be?
But both of our trains of thought are interrupted.
The questions and answers from the TV are not so much loud, as arresting in their content, which makes Chrissy stop and me growl low with anger.
“…Mr. Foster? How do you feel about your own daughter being selected from so many to be the face of Father-Daughter week at Logan Industries?” A reporter asks, an edge in her own voice, which tells me she’s not quite finished asking.
Charles Foster, Chrissy’s dad does a fine job, answering swiftly and clearly. Confidently.
“I’m thrilled, we all are. It’s a great incentive to highlight the future of young women, all women in the workplace and-“
But the reporter has only just started.
“So, Logan Foster wanting to screen young women and then spend time with them… alone… including your own daughter, this doesn’t bother you? As a father, I mean.”
I’m about to ask Chrissy if she has a boyfriend. About to kiss her either way to stake my claim on her.
Hearing some reporter insinuate the unthinkable isn’t what I have in mind.
What I want is to be the father of our children. Our family.
It’s the only thing I’ve thought of since seeing her precious face and then finally seeing her in person. I’m done. I know what I want, no matter what.
Chrissy’s eyes widen, then narrow. Her whole body turning to the screen, taking steps as her dad stammers for a moment before he answers.
“Father-Daughter day is a national institution
and one we celebrate here at Logan with a week activities. As I just said, it only highlights the importance of women in the workplace. I think we can finish the questions here,” he says bitterly, giving the reporter daggers before searching those nearest him for a lifeline.
Campbell, the one who thought he’d get the media has been standing to one side, almost grinning as he watches Chrissy's dad.
He eventually steps in after an awkward silence, wrapping up the press conference and thanking everyone for coming before I switch off both screens.
I’m furious.
Not because the media broke protocol, asking questions that weren’t on the schedule, but because I was so close to Chrissy… and now she must think I’m some kind of pervert.
But I have to know, I can’t help it.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Chrissy?” I hear myself asking, surprising myself at the accusing tone of my own voice.
She freezes and her head turns to one side, letting me see the confused look on her face before she turns to face me fully.
I step over to her again, wanting to reach out to her but knowing to keep my distance until I know she feels the same way I do.
“No,” she says, shaking her head, bewildered before adding, “What was all that about, those questions?”
I don’t know what to say, for the first time in a long time, I can only realize again how much Chrissy makes me speechless. The thought of her being unhappy the only thing that finds my voice.
I shrug, creasing my mouth while trying not to groan.
Wanting to tell her just one thing, but seeing in her eyes she has a thousand more questions.
“Your dad’s done a fine job,” I tell her truthfully, already making another decision instantly. The promotion of Chrissy’s dad to the new head of public relations.
“That prick Campbell’s finished,” I add dismissively.
But Chrissy’s eyes are searching mine for something else. She looks worried.
“God, Chrissy. Isn’t it obvious!” I ask her, stepping over and taking her hands in mine, heaving relief when she grips them both back.
“I asked you if you believe in fate? Destiny? For a reason.”
Her eyes drop to the floor, lifting only slightly to settle on my growing crotch that’s bulging again already beyond my control.
I want more than anything to press her hand to my member, to let her feel me, hoping she can bring me the relief I crave, but I honor my own pledge to only have her if she offers herself.
“This! This is what you do to me,” I gasp, looking down at myself and feeling a jolt of excitement as her own sound of arousal escapes her, as she moves closer to me, her chest heaving in time with my own heart and letting me draw her close, so close that I can… that we can finally…
I watch her clear blue eyes getting closer to mine, feeling her shiver in my arms as I draw her close.
Despite everything, I know that destiny wins.
That love will always find a way.
I can sense the wetness of her lips as they almost touch mine. Her breath on mine as I pull her closer still, her warmth about to meet mine.
That’s what this is.
This is love.
I tell myself that, feeling the bubble burst before it’s made.
The heavy knock on the door jolts us both apart.
Chapter Five
Chrissy
The whole thing is surreal.
Before Logan even moves in closer again, before I even tell myself this is what I really want forever.
The scene with my dad on the TV, those questions, and the thoughts it all stirs up…
It takes a back seat when Logan tells me the one thing I know I’ve longed to hear, not just now but for my whole adult life.
That I have an effect on him he can’t control.
That this man wants me. He really wants me.
There’s a loud knocking sound at the door that keeps Logan from the outside world, that keeps us from anything that isn’t right now.
Before anything else, Logan takes my chin in his forefinger and thumb and makes me promise we’ll pick up this feeling, this exact moment before his lip quivers in the air in front of me.
I feel myself sigh in agreement, dreamily nodding and wanting nothing else but his smooth mouth on mine.
“Just tell me you want this,” he murmurs and I feel the electricity dancing between us, his lips so close it makes me whimper an agreement.
“To be continued,” he says firmly, not wanting to let go of me, but yielding to his own protocols as he barks for whoever it is to come in.
“Oh! Sorry, Mr. Parker. I thought you were-”
“Speak!” Logan growls, letting his eyes and body shift away from me as he bores his powerful gaze into another man I haven’t seen before.
“The press conference,” The man says, his brow cocking and a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth. “I just came to see if there was anything you wanted me to do about that train wreck ending, plus Campbell and Foster want to come up,” the man adds, focusing on me and letting his eyes scan me.
Making me feel ill with his judgment.
His look which borders on disgust.
“I thought I told you I wasn’t to be disturbed,” Logan snarls, not even trying to hide his own anger. The other man, way smaller than Logan shrinks back, collecting himself as his own eyes get shifty. Cunning.
“I don’t think you did, Sir. I just…”
He starts to say, but Logan’s not having any of it.
“What do you really want Mike?” he says through gritted teeth, moving away from me and swelling to what looks like twice his size as he takes a menacing step towards the other man.
“I just figured you might need some support is all, just so you know I’m here for you,” he says, but Logan is almost on him before he can close the door as the other shrinks back even further.
“I’m not to be disturbed, Mike, and I’ll handle things myself in my own way from now on,” he snarls again, slamming the door shut and making sure it’s locked before taking a breath and turning back to me.
As soon as our eyes lock, he starts to smile though, smiling and shaking his head. Making me feel at ease straight away.
Making me want to pick right up where we left off just now.
“Sorry about that, Mike Collins,” he murmurs. “Wants my job even though I own the damned company.”
I feel my heart swell in my chest, suddenly not doubting anything when I see the look in Logan’s eyes, the flexing of his body as it gravitates towards me again, making me feel like the most important thing on earth.
In his world, our worlds getting closer by the second.
“Just tell me.” Is all he can manage before I let him know.
“You already know I’m yours. I’ve wanted you ever since I could…” I whisper, collapsing into his arms as his mouth finally presses hard over mine, exploding the warmth deep inside me and making me feel like I need all of him more than ever instead of feeling satisfied by just by a kiss.
But what a kiss.
I know I’m no kisser, never even had a boy let alone a real man kiss me.
But with Logan, it’s like both our bodies have found the missing part of the other.
In a single moment, it all makes sense. The feeling, the whole Father-Daughter week, his whole life, and mine, all leading up to this single instance where we truly find one another.
And I instantly want more.
Much, much more.
It starts with just our lips, and I know Logan’s being gentle although he’s pressing hard, cradling my neck with his hand.
I get bold, adventurous.
Opening my mouth to his, I feel the new and exciting warmth of his tongue finding mine as we both moan quietly, feeling everything kick up a notch.
His huge warm hand moves from my neck as his other grips my hip, moving up and down my back, pulling me into him as his mouth opens wider and my tongue dances over his befor
e I feel him lifting me up without any effort.
My arms strain to reach all the way around his thick neck and shoulders but Logan makes sure I can settle into him nice and close as he keeps kissing me. His strong arms holding me up with a sense of weightlessness that matches the entire fantasy coming true.
He relaxes his own mouth, letting me kiss him until I need air, then smiles with a cocked brow as I take my face from his, gasping. But not for want of anything but more of the same.
“I believe you,” he says, a matter of fact, pecking my cheek before carrying me over to the window and we both look out for a moment, the sun warming our faces as they hover so close to one another.
I don’t have a single thought, the whole moment is just the two of us, and every worry about before, earlier today, and even my whole life before it is suddenly gone.
“I don’t know how long we’ll have,” he says thoughtfully. Looking away just long enough to consider the horizon.
“Aren’t you the boss?” I ask wistfully, and he chuckles under his breath.
“I am, but still. There are always interruptions here. Just tell me again that I’m not imagining things,” he asks me intently, “tell me over and over again that this is what you want.”
I answer with my lips on his, and his hands tighten around me, squeezing me so hard I can’t help but gasp, feeling the now familiar buzz between my thighs getting more and more intense as I sense what we both need making itself clearer than ever.
Chapter Six
Logan
I’ve locked the door, but like I told Chrissy, I don’t know how much time we’ll have before the next interruption. Monday morning of Father-Daughter week I’m going to have people wanting things, especially after that press conference.
Her dad.
But she’s here, with me and I’ve kissed her. Staked my claim.
I also know she needs more than a kiss. We both do.
For the first time in my life, I feel the emptiness of my office which is my home filled up. I know I’ve found the one.
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