for my dress from yesterday. Who was here, in our suite?
My dress was halfway over my head when Logan appeared. “Mind staying like that a while longer?”
I dropped it over my body, covering myself. “Funny,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Who’s here?”
“Room service. I forgot to feed you real food yesterday.”
I strutted toward him, placing my hand on his cock. “This was all I needed.”
As I shimmied past, I heard his growl right before he slapped my ass.
“Eat—now. No time for playing today.”
I stopped in front of the table spread of every fruit, muffin, and other breakfast delight I loved. “Big plans?” After I tossed a grape into my mouth, I realized big plans could mean discussion time.
Logan was fully dressed but casually, in jeans and a faded grey tee that clung to his rippled chest.
“Actually, yeah.” He looked almost worried when he held out a chair for me to sit. He then took the one next to me, moving it closer.
“You’re probably wondering why Vegas.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Cassandra, I know you’ve been stressed with worrying about Hilary and Quinn, and adding our wedding in such a rush was a lot to ask. I never want to push you, and I hate seeing you upset. I’d give anything to take that away.”
“I can’t elope!” I blurted out.
He reared back, his eyebrows knitting together. “What?”
With a deep sigh, I explained. “I’m so sorry. It was incredibly sweet that you flew me out here, and on a private plane—that had to cost a fortune—but I want a real wedding, with our families there. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful.”
“Cassandra…”
“Because I’m not.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I continued to ramble. “I should’ve said something before the flight…saved you the money. I didn’t mean to lead you on that I’d be okay with—”
“Sweetheart—”
“I just always dreamed of my wedding in Harmony, and—”
His harsh kiss shut me up for good, leaving me breathless when he pulled away. He cradled my head in his palms and said, “I didn’t bring you here to elope. I know you’re not that kind of girl. You deserve your dream wedding, and I’ll give you nothing less.” He kissed me again, then released his hold.
“Then why are we here?”
His gaze slid down to the table for a moment before he met my eyes again and answered. “I want to take you someplace, but I need you to trust me. And know that whatever you decide, I’ll support.” He took my hands in his. “Anything you need.”
I knew then we weren’t there for a leisure vacation, but I had no idea exactly what I was in for, either. The only thing I was certain of was that I did trust him, and would let him take me anywhere.
Chapter 12
“What you have on is fine,” Logan said with a laugh, reading my thoughts as I stood in front of the long mirror. “Let’s go.” He pulled me against him, placing a gentle kiss on my lips and giving my shoulders an encouraging rub.
There was a car waiting for us in front of the hotel. It had no driver, despite the fact that the heavily tinted windows and sleek black design seemed more car service than rental. With nervous trepidation, I climbed in past the open passenger-side door Logan held for me and decided to try and at least enjoy the drive.
Though it still gave a memorable-enough view of the Vegas desert to appreciate, said drive was shorter than I’d expected as Logan pulled off the main road we’d been traveling along to enter a nice, middle-class subdivision. The houses were no more than a decade or two old, and all complete with the same tiny, perfectly manicured patches of lawn. I sat back in my seat, fully relaxed, and was wondering what it’d be like to live in such a hot place when the car began to slow down further.
Apparently having found whatever he was looking for, Logan parked along the curb in front of a beautiful two-story home. More puzzled than ever, I glanced around, searching
My dress was halfway over my head when Logan appeared. “Mind staying like that a while longer?”
I dropped it over my body, covering myself. “Funny,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Who’s here?”
“Room service. I forgot to feed you real food yesterday.”
I strutted toward him, placing my hand on his cock. “This was all I needed.”
As I shimmied past, I heard his growl right before he slapped my ass.
“Eat—now. No time for playing today.”
I stopped in front of the table spread of every fruit, muffin, and other breakfast delight I loved. “Big plans?” After I tossed a grape into my mouth, I realized big plans could mean discussion time.
Logan was fully dressed but casually, in jeans and a faded grey tee that clung to his rippled chest.
“Actually, yeah.” He looked almost worried when he held out a chair for me to sit. He then took the one next to me, moving it closer.
“You’re probably wondering why Vegas.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Cassandra, I know you’ve been stressed with worrying about Hilary and Quinn, and adding our wedding in such a rush was a lot to ask. I never want to push you, and I hate seeing you upset. I’d give anything to take that away.”
“I can’t elope!” I blurted out.
He reared back, his eyebrows knitting together. “What?”
With a deep sigh, I explained. “I’m so sorry. It was incredibly sweet that you flew me out here, and on a private plane—that had to cost a fortune—but I want a real wedding, with our families there. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful.”
“Cassandra…”
“Because I’m not.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I continued to ramble. “I should’ve said something before the flight…saved you the money. I didn’t mean to lead you on that I’d be okay with—”
“Sweetheart—”
“I just always dreamed of my wedding in Harmony, and—”
His harsh kiss shut me up for good, leaving me breathless when he pulled away. He cradled my head in his palms and said, “I didn’t bring you here to elope. I know you’re not that kind of girl. You deserve your dream wedding, and I’ll give you nothing less.” He kissed me again, then released his hold.
“Then why are we here?”
His gaze slid down to the table for a moment before he met my eyes again and answered. “I want to take you someplace, but I need you to trust me. And know that whatever you decide, I’ll support.” He took my hands in his. “Anything you need.”
I knew then we weren’t there for a leisure vacation, but I had no idea exactly what I was in for, either. The only thing I was certain of was that I did trust him, and would let him take me anywhere.
Chapter 12
“What you have on is fine,” Logan said with a laugh, reading my thoughts as I stood in front of the long mirror. “Let’s go.” He pulled me against him, placing a gentle kiss on my lips and giving my shoulders an encouraging rub.
There was a car waiting for us in front of the hotel. It had no driver, despite the fact that the heavily tinted windows and sleek black design seemed more car service than rental. With nervous trepidation, I climbed in past the open passenger-side door Logan held for me and decided to try and at least enjoy the drive.
Though it still gave a memorable-enough view of the Vegas desert to appreciate, said drive was shorter than I’d expected as Logan pulled off the main road we’d been traveling along to enter a nice, middle-class subdivision. The houses were no more than a decade or two old, and all complete with the same tiny, perfectly manicured patches of lawn. I sat back in my seat, fully relaxed, and was wondering what it’d be like to live in such a hot place when the car began to slow down further.
Apparently having found whatever he was looking for, Logan parked along the curb in front of a beautiful two-story home. More puzzled than ever, I glanced around, searching
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