Maya
Why couldn’t I find a man like Logan in real life?
He was fun. He was intelligent. He listened to me. He treated me with respect. He made me feel special… He was hired to protect me. I kept forgetting that little detail.
I had attended other events where there was security and they never paid much attention to me or said more than “this way” and “that way” as they moved me along. No one ever touched me the way Logan did. No one ever went out of their way to make sure I was okay. They did their job and offered nothing more.
Logan made it hard to not feel something for him.
Running with me, lunching with me, attending screenings with me, and then waking me the next morning with his great manly voice made my heart hurt. I didn’t want to let him go, ever. I looked forward to our days and nights together.
Never a disappointment.
I liked the way he cued into my love of being outdoors and he thought out of the box. Instead of hitting the pavement the day after our run, he surprised me; we hopped into a truck and headed for an easy hike in a nature preserve.
Of course, before we left we informed my assistant of our morning plan and I even asked her if she wanted to come along knowing she would say no. She wasn’t a morning person and was high maintenance as far as I was concerned—perfect makeup, clothes and only ate nutritious stuff. We could never hang out for fun which was fine since she worked for me and business and pleasure was not a good thing…
When it came to Logan, I hated that expression because I wanted to mix in a whole lot of pleasure between us. Our hike had been great and a bit intimate in a non-sexual way. I liked that he held my hands and helped me get over rocks and up on some by lifting me up in his strong arms. If it had been warmer, it would’ve been nice to play in the water flowing in streams. I imagined us sitting side by side and maybe wiggling our toes together. It was a really beautiful area that screamed of romantic walks, romantic picnics, romantic kisses…and I wanted one.
Of course, I didn’t get one. I did get treated to a delicious breakfast shake that had me licking my lonesome lips.
Logan was a perfect gentleman there and back at the hotel when I donned a skimpy bikini and declared it was time for a pool day. All that was on my agenda was a dinner and I had been dying to hang out on a lounge chair. And while I relaxed poolside, I planned to order a Bikini Sunset—and since breakfast was nutritious—a Country Club sandwich and French fries. I was going all out. I could pick at the dinner being served or I could swim off the calories.
So many options… I just wanted to splurge and have fun.
“What are you up to now?” I heard and was afraid my wish was about to be denied as my assistant walked in with her tablet in hand. “I thought you’d like to go over your schedule for next week. Shooting starts and you’ve been invited to some comic things over the next few weekends.”
“We can talk about those out by the pool.” I could make it all work to my advantage if I could get her to loosen up.
“No bathing suit for me.” I had no idea why she wouldn’t sport a bikini or one-piece. She had a nice shape—a bit too skinny in my book—but nothing to hide. “If you want to look the schedule over, I’ll message it over to you. And don’t forget dinner tonight. Your red dress is hanging up in the room and I received some sandals last week for you—I brought them along.”
“Fine. Fine.” I wanted her to stop talking so I could slip outside. Agreeing with her was the only way I was going to get my wish and with any luck Logan would gift me with his hot body wearing nothing but swim trunks.
“Oh…” She stopped with her hand on the hotel door and then turned back, moving over to a table not far from me. “Something was delivered for you while you were out.”
I had never seen Logan move so quickly before I could get anywhere near the bulky package my assistant was lifting. His reaction put a shocked look on her face.
“It’s just a couple scripts for her to read.” She knew about the deliveries to my house but I had a feeling she didn’t expect me to tell him about them. It was obvious by his reaction that I had. She had no idea that he had seen one for himself since I didn’t mention the most recent one to her.
To keep everyone calm, I stepped in between the two of them and took the script package out of her hands and tossed it into a tote bag I had filled with a few things for the pool. Crisis averted, it was time to let her go off on her merry way and get me outdoors.
To my delight, Logan was onboard. I finally got my wish once we secured two lounge chairs under some palm trees, not far from the pool or bar.
Perfect location.
Perfect weather.
Perfect guy.
Yes, Logan looked amazing in board-short style trunks and wait for it…no shirt. No disappointment there at all. As I suspected, washboard abs, sculpted pecs and those lickable creases that started at the top of his hip and disappeared into his shorts and I imagined pointed to his package. That was probably something I would never get the privilege of seeing up close and personal.
But I could maybe innocently rub against him to entice a feel…
“You know you can’t protect me completely if you don’t get in.”
Those were my “come get me” words as I walked backwards to the pool, grinning all the way.