A Sweet Life-kindle

by Andre, Bella

  She felt...nothing.

  She allowed him to kiss her for a while longer before she couldn’t take the deceit and pulled away.

  “Next week?” he murmured.

  Panic surged. Why oh why couldn’t she be attracted to him? She was a horrible, horrible person. “Umm, I think so but my schedule is a bit crazy. I’ll talk to you later.” Chandler squeezed his hand in reassurance and stumbled out of the car.

  By the time she settled herself in her comfy pjs and slippers, her decision became clear.

  Perfect or not, she was not attracted to Richard. She’d end up hurting him, and she couldn’t live with herself if she led him on.

  The phone rang.

  Caller ID gave her the warning. She groaned and picked it up.

  “Enjoy your date?”

  The husky timbre of his voice stroked her between her legs and made her squirm. “Are you following me?” she hissed. “I swear to God, Logan, you better back off.”

  “It’s not you I’m following.”

  She gasped. “Why are you spying on Richard? Have you no shame? He’s your attorney –I would think he’s the only person you trust.”

  Silence hummed over the line. “Actually, he’s the person I distrust the most. Keep your enemies close is the first rule in business, sweetheart.”

  “Do you trust anyone?” she sneered.

  “Yes. I trust you.”

  The simplicity of the words rang through her, truer than any of Richard’s declarations over the evening. Oh, she was a goner. She needed major therapy. “Don’t say that,” she whispered.

  “Why not? I always tell the truth. Even though I want to strangle him for playing games with you. I’m just hoping you eventually figure out he’s a phony and only telling you things you want to hear.” Logan’s warning resonated down to her soul. Her gut screamed in agreement. Logan uttered the words she didn’t want to face, because that would mean he was involved in a different game. The thought of such duplicity sickened her. No, she couldn’t go through another experience like the one with her ex-fiancé. She may fall apart.

  “I don’t want to talk about Richard now.”

  “Good. Neither do I.” He paused. “What’d you do?”

  She sighed. “A French movie. Juice bar. Any other questions?”

  “I hate movies with subtitles. And why the hell would anyone want something healthy after a movie? No wonder you’re cranky—you didn’t even have a decent dessert.”

  She laughed, her bad mood suddenly gone. “You are hopeless. I have to get to bed.”

  “Now that’s a topic I’d rather discuss.”

  “I bet. Good night, Logan.”

  “Good night, Chandler. Sweet dreams.” Goosebumps broke out from the low, sexy murmur. She clicked off the phone and groaned.

  She was in so much trouble. Chandler buried her face in her hands and wondered what the hell she was going to do.

  Chapter 6

  The following evening Chandler sipped her wine and gazed at the man who wreaked havoc with her life. Her dinner appointment with Harry had been postponed, replaced with one of Logan’s making.

  She had picked up the phone a hundred times to cancel on Logan, then replaced the receiver while she raged at his incredible arrogance. The whole time she was getting dressed she vowed he would not order her around like one of his employees. The only reason she hadn’t canceled was the business opportunity for her school. When he picked her up she acted cool and distant, prepared to ignore any apology or explanation he offered. It only angered her further when he’d taken her lead and treated her with the utmost politeness and kept their conversation on a neutral basis.

  She wanted to hit him over the head with a blunt object.

  Chandler re-focused her attention on the conversation. “I’m pleased with the final negotiations,” Thomas Weatherall said. He glanced lovingly at his wife. “Time to relinquish some responsibilities and give Laura the attention she deserves. She’s been patient for too long.”

  Laura laughed and laid her hand over her husband’s. “I knew what I was walking into when I married him, but I admit I’m looking forward to doing some traveling. With the kids grown, we finally have time to do what we want.”

  Chandler smiled. She liked Thomas and Laura Weatherall the moment she met them. Obviously, the older couple was still in love after many years. They complemented each other nicely. He was a tall man, quiet and reserved, with silver hair and a stately manner. Laura was short and energetic, with red hair and sparkling eyes. Her movements were quick and her laugh was loud. Chandler bet Thomas learned not to take life quite so seriously with his wife around. She applauded Laura’s success.

  Laura turned to her. “Chandler, I think your idea of a stress workshop is a wonderful idea. I know Tommy’s company could use it desperately. All those nice young men and woman end up with ulcers and migraines by running themselves into the ground. Have you seen any success yet?”

  “I think it’s working out rather well. Logan will analyze the results in six months, and hopefully we’ll be able to expand.” She prayed he wouldn’t say something to the contrary. His chuckle took her by surprise.

  “We’re not halfway through yet and already the employees seek her out with their problems,” he said. “I’m afraid if I tried to get rid of her they’d band together and overthrow me as monarch.”

  Everyone laughed. Chandler glanced at him and caught his wink. She felt guilty at her previous thought to injure him.

  “Well, you have to be a miracle worker if you get our ‘man of steel’ to relax,” Tommy said, ignoring Logan’s groan at the nickname.

  “Yes,” Laura chimed in. “I’ve been telling him for years all he needed was a good woman. Now maybe he’ll stop trying to invite himself for dinner every Thursday night.”

  Chandler arched one brow. “Let me guess. Meatloaf?”

  Laura shook her head. “Pork chops. And I have to warn you, I’ve already found three other women he finagles dinner from on a weekly basis. I think it’s all in his master plan.”

  Logan threw up his hands in defeat. “I admit I’m a lousy cook. I compliment you, Laura; no one makes food like you do.”

  Laura leaned in. “I bet he says that to all the girls.”

  Chandler stopped smiling when she caught the sensual gleam in his gun-metal eyes. His voice dropped. “Once I find the right one, I’d never stray. It’s a contract for life.”

  She clumsily reached for her wine and tried to hold back a blush at the pointed smiles directed at her. Logan made it evident he was interested in more than business, and his clients seemed delighted at the thought.

  Tommy pushed back his chair and stood up. “If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take my wife for a spin on the dance floor.”

  Chandler watched them, hands entwined, as they walked away.

  “Are you still angry?”

  She looked up. She studied his face, captivated by the slope of his jaw, hard cheekbones, and heavy brows. His mouth could have been sculpted by an artist. His lips were finely outlined with just a hint of softness evident in the lower one. The khaki sports jacket he wore hugged the broad line of his shoulders and emphasized the breadth of his torso. She struggled to keep her voice cool. “Of course I’m still angry. Since I’ve met you, I feel like I’ve been run over by a steamroller.”

  Logan chuckled. “Funny, I’ve felt the same way since you walked into my office.”

  She snorted in disbelief. “I haven’t acted like a bully and ordered you to cancel dinner dates.”

  “I don’t know how else to make you listen. You don’t believe me about Thorne, and now you think Weston is harmless. He wants more than friendship.”

  Chandler let out her breath in disgust. “Harry is harmless. I only tried to make you believe something else was going on because I wanted to teach you a lesson. I’m sorry.”

  He studied her for a moment, then relaxed. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Did you like making me jealou
s?”

  “No!” she denied hotly. “Of course not. I just wanted to—”

  “I think you wanted to see how far you could push me.” His fingers slowly stroked the delicate flesh of her wrist and glided up her bare arm. She tried to contain her racing pulse. “Maybe you wanted me to lose my temper, so I’d be forced to show you how good we are together. Hurl you over my shoulder and carry you into the bedroom. Thrust my tongue inside of you over and over—”

  “Logan!”

  His hand dropped from her arm to her thigh. She fought for breath. “We’ll spend hours locked in the bedroom because I have a long list of wants. To feel you melt beneath my fingers. Hear my name on your lips when you beg me to take you, opening yourself to me so—”

  “Please!” She placed her fingers over his lips. “You win. I get the picture. You don’t—you don’t have to go on.”

  His eyes lit with mischief. “Are you sure? I was just getting to the part when you wrap your legs around my hips and—”

  “Logan!”

  He chuckled and brought his hand up to touch her cheek, which was now a fiery red. “I can’t help it, you blush beautifully.”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “And you’re lovely.”

  Chandler cleared her throat and scrambled for footing. “Thank you.” The imprint of his hand still burned. “I like Tommy and Laura. Have you known them long?”

  He took a swallow of brandy. “We worked together in the same firm for a number of years before I decided to start out on my own. Tommy’s been good to me. More like a friend than a business associate. When my mother died years ago he helped me through a rough time.”

  She reached over and covered his hand with her own. “I’m sorry, that must have been difficult. Were you close?”

  “Yes, she was all I had left.” A shutter dropped over his face. “When my mother became pregnant, my father was forced to marry her. He hated us both for that. You see, he had great ambitions, and living in a shack with a wife and kid wasn’t in the picture. So one day he left to pursue his dream of fame and fortune.”

  His fingers gripped the snifter. “She fell apart after that. She had to work so hard to try and take care of me, and she tired easily. I never realized she was dying. She kept that from me for a long time. By the time I had built a successful career it was too late. She was already gone.”

  Her fingers squeezed his. “That must have been so much responsibility for a young boy to take on,” she said softly. “Your mother must have been proud of your ambitions.”

  He didn’t speak for a while, as he contemplated the amber liquid in his glass. “It was too late. I became successful too late to save her.”

  Her heart broke into a million pieces. His matter of fact tone told her he still carried the pain of his mother’s death. Even with his achievements, he couldn’t erase the guilt, and she felt tears sting her eyes when she thought of the little boy who’d taken the weight of the world on his shoulders. She laid a hand on his hard cheek, and turned his face toward her.

  His face steeled for pity, but she gazed at him with only deep understanding. “You gave her the greatest gift a son could. You became everything she always wished you to be.”

  Something passed between them, a current of emotions so strong she sucked in her breath at the sheer intensity. His hand gripped hers in reaction, and Chandler knew she had learned something intimate about this man no other woman had been told. She was honored by the gift, fearful of the connection forged, and dizzy with the sensations passing through her body. He opened his mouth to speak, but Laura interrupted them.

  “Logan, take this lovely lady onto the dance floor and show her what you can do. We’ve already requested Frank Sinatra.”

  He gave her a questioning look. “Ms. Santell?”

  “I’d be honored, Mr. Grant. Tommy must have known that besides chocolate, Frank Sinatra is my other addiction.”

  He led her through the elegant dining room and paused along the way to greet a few business associates. The restaurant was small and intimate, with carefully placed tables sprinkled throughout the room, tastefully set with fine linen and sparkling china. Waiters dressed in crisp white uniforms glided past their patrons with subtle grace, anticipated every need, then faded appropriately into the background. Chandler’s heels clicked as they stepped onto the highly polished dance floor. The wood gleamed from the play of light cast from a crystal chandelier.

  The lead singer signaled to the band and stepped forward. His low, husky voice poured into the microphone and Logan pulled her gently into his embrace. His arms encircled her waist, and his hand pressed into the small of her back to draw her close. Her breasts teased the hard muscles of his chest. As their bodies swayed, her nipples dragged across his front. She gripped his shoulders in response to the caress and stumbled. He eased her closer.

  The lilting strains of the slow, moody ballad drifted in the air. The floaty material of her silk dress brushed against his thighs as they moved. Logan muttered something under his breath.

  “What?”

  “I said Laura must want to torture me. I should be arrested for the lecherous thoughts I’m having in a public place.”

  Chandler hid a smile. “She’d be shocked at your lecherous words, too.”

  “I think it turned you on.”

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “So you’ve said.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Laura likes you. She thinks you’ll be good for me.”

  “I think she’s tired of making pork chops every Thursday.”

  Logan chuckled. “Smart mouth. From the sweetest of smiles comes the sharpest of barbs.”

  “Who said that?”

  “I did.”

  “Oh. I thought you were quoting someone.”

  “I was quoting myself. Why do you look so nervous?”

  “You’re staring at my mouth like you’re starving, and I’m your next meal.”

  He gave a wolfish grin.

  “I’m still trying to convince myself I’m not your prey.”

  “When you look at me like that, I think I’d chase you to the ends of the earth.”

  “See, you are a poet. And to think I’d given up on dry, logical businessmen. Maybe there’s hope for your lot.”

  “Dry, logical businessmen can transform if they find the right women.”

  This time he caught her before she stumbled. His fingers threaded through her hair hanging down her back. Her scalp prickled, and she ached for him to put an end to the torture and just kiss her. The delicious scent of musk and spice drifted to her nostrils. She blurted out her next words without obvious thought. “Why do you chase me so hard?”

  “Why do you run so fast?”

  Her lower lip trembled. “Because I’m afraid.”

  The stark admission hung in the air between them. The wall between them shook and threatened to crumble. She waited for his triumph, but instead he lowered his forehead to hers in a protective gesture. “You never have to be afraid of me,” he said. “One day I’ll prove it.”

  He tucked her back against him and continued to dance. She relaxed in his arms and allowed her body to mold against his. His hands moved up and down her spine as if asking her to trust him. She shivered.

  Chatter filled the room around them, glasses tinkled, laughter rung out. They were all distant sounds and images secondary to her rapid pulse and the fire in her belly. When the music stopped, he set her gently away from him. Then led her back to the table.

  His friends beamed. She almost giggled at the way they ignored his fierce scowl, obviously thrilled with the matchmaking. They fell into easy conversation over a succulent dinner of seafood. Lobster dripping with butter, grilled shrimp in scampi sauce, juicy crab legs that snapped crisply between their fingers. The Pinot Grigio was cold and fruity, the bread warm and lightly seasoned with garlic. Chandler dug in with gusto, eliciting some teasing comments, and the evening passed with banter and good humor. While the men settled the che
ck, she turned to Laura with genuine warmth.

  “I’ve had a wonderful time. I’m glad we met.”

  Laura smiled back. “I feel the same way. You and Logan must come to dinner one night at the house.”

  Chandler bit her lip, uneasy at what the older woman thought. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. We’re just business partners, even though Logan isn’t hiding his desire for more. I’m not sure yet. About him. About anything.”

  Laura studied her a moment. Her eyes danced. “Do you mind if I speak frankly?” She shook her head. “Logan reminds me of Tommy when I first met him. When we started getting involved I was scared to death. Everyone told me he was a workaholic, and he’d ignore me and the children once we got married. Maybe they could’ve been right.” She paused. “But they weren’t. Tommy changed. Oh, sure, he’ll always love his work and his company. It’s a part of who he is. But I know I came first, and he never let me think otherwise. I believe when the right woman comes along anything is possible.”

  She patted her hand. “You’re probably just as scared as I was. Logan can be a terribly intimidating man. He holds a lot of himself back, but he’s more open with you than I’ve ever seen before. Sometimes a man needs someone who’s willing to take a chance on him.”

  Chandler forced the words out. “I need a man who wants the same things as I do. Who believes in the same things.”

  The older woman looked thoughtful. “I understand. I felt the same way you did, once. Then Tommy let me see the inner person, and everything changed.” She hesitated. “If you’re ever ready to get a glimpse of who Logan really is, give me a call. I’ll tell you where to find him on Sundays.”

  Before Chandler questioned her strange words, the men came back. They exchanged good-byes and she waited at the table while Logan got her coat. When he returned, he smiled. “They enjoyed meeting you.”

  “I had a good time. Tommy asked to see me in his office to discuss the program.” She fiddled with the edge of the tablecloth. “Thank you again for recommending my workshop.”