So as some sort of silent act of spite, I decide to actually let her words be helpful. Yes—Logan fucks other women. Because that’s Logan’s job. If I want a place in his world, I have to figure out how to deal with it. Starting today.
“Yes. I’ll stay. Thank you for asking.” Who knows? It might even end up being hot for both of us the way my scene with Kendi was the day before.
Or I’ll discover that I’m not as open about sex as I think I am. Considering the direction our relationship has taken, it seems like something I really ought to figure out soon anyway.
I clean up and dress first. Logan’s still in the shower when the doorbell rings twenty minutes later. I expect to come face-to-face with Bambi, but it’s a guy’s voice that says, “Yo, dude, you moved the key,” before I’ve even finished opening the door.
His brows rise in surprise when he realizes I’m not Logan. Then they rise higher as he skims the length of my body with his eyes. “Oh. You’re not a dude.”
Maybe I should be offended by his ogling, but there’s something instantly charming about him, so, instead, I grin. “Not last time I checked.”
“You must be Devi. I’m Tanner. Logan’s wingman. Are you…?” He looks around, searching for Logan or Bambi, I don’t know which.
I’m pretty sure what he’s getting at though. “I’m sticking around to watch his scene today. Bambi’s not here yet, and he’s in the shower. I’d invite you to make yourself at home, but I have a feeling you’re here more often than I am.”
He chuckles. “It is like a second home. We work together a lot. I assume you’ve been to the dungeon?”
I shake my head. “I mean, I’ve seen it on videos. Just not in person.”
“Come on, then.”
The “dungeon” isn’t the most elaborate that I’ve seen, but it’s bigger in real life than it appears on camera. The tight angled shots make it hard to grasp the size of the room, and that it encompasses pretty much the entire basement. A quick glance tells me that Logan’s inventory rivals any sex store. He has all the basics—vibrators, plugs, crops, whips, handcuffs—and a bunch of toys that are for the more expert sex enthusiasts. It’s an impressive set-up.
And it’s hot.
I can imagine myself down here, naked, my nipples clamped, my neck collared, my wrists and ankles strapped to the suspension rings on the wall. I’d be blindfolded and writhing and Logan would implement all sorts of punishments. Naughty punishments. Ones that torture with both pain and pleasure.
I close my eyes and run my fingers through the tails of his flogger.
“What do you think?”
Logan’s arrival startles the crap out of me, but I try to play it cool. “I think you’ve been holding out on me.” And then, because I’d been thinking dirty thoughts and because I’m not really ever that capable of playing it cool, I blush.
He studies me with a smile that says he knows exactly what I was thinking, which of course makes me blush further. “Can’t show all my cards at once,” he says. “You’ll get bored too soon and leave me before I’m ready.”
I don’t miss the raised eyebrows from Tanner at Logan’s words, but I’m too thrown from them myself to respond. There are too many layers to his statement. Too many things he could be trying to tell me, and even though it’s a flirty line that makes my stomach flutter, I have a feeling there’s legit fear hidden beneath it. Is Logan as worried that his job will get in the way of our relationship as I am? He’d been the one to say we needed to find things that made us special. I’d assumed that was for my benefit, but is it possible he’s struggling too?
“You’ve been holding out on me too, man.” Tanner adjusts one of the set lights so it will hit a spot on the concrete floor (he’d make me kneel there; he’d make me beg). “You told me Devi was supreme, but you didn’t let on how supreme.”
Logan selects a whip from his collection and then crosses to the case of vibrators. “Because I knew as soon as you found out, you’d immediately go watch all her movies, and I might accidentally imagine you jacking off to her, and I’m not comfortable with that.” He takes out a magic wand—a powerful massager that makes me shiver just thinking about it.
“Dude, I’m not comfortable with you accidentally imagining me jacking off either. Please don’t ever say that shit again.”
Logan grabs his crotch and gestures teasingly toward Tanner. “Don’t pretend you’re such a homophobe. You know you want it.”
I laugh as Tanner rolls his eyes. “Do you want two cameras on this, do you think?” Tanner asks.
Logan looks out over the room, and I imagine he’s choreographing the scene in his head, which both impresses me and makes me a little anxious for no reason I can explain. “Yeah, two, I think. Leave one on the tripod over there.” He points, indicating where he wants it. “Do your thing with the other.”
I grin as I watch him because he’s sexy like this—he’s always sexy, but especially like this, all assertive and visionary and passionate about his work. Then my smile fades because I suddenly remember Logan’s not preparing this scene for me.
God, why does that thought have to make me so miserable?
I hang back when Bambi arrives, not wanting to disrupt the chemistry they need to perform. I’m suddenly grateful that Logan watched my scene with Kendi first—that way I can take all my cues of how to behave from him. He’d stayed out of the way, so I should too.