about her individually was combative, but as a whole she seemed gentle and soft.
“What’s it to you?” Logan grunted at her and went back to his drink, turning his head away. He didn’t have time for the distractions like groupies and this girl’s eyes were only saying one thing to him. He cleared his throat at the thought and took another sip of his beer while the girl pulled up a bar stool from a few feet over.
She slid onto it and crossed her legs, leaning them against the outside of his thigh as she angled her body to face him. Her eyes never left him even though he continued to stare straight ahead and ignore her. She had no idea where this sudden courage was coming from, it was completely unlike her, and yet she could not stop herself from walking up to this man in the thick leather jacket, leaning on the bar.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Gina reached across him and grabbed his glass. Slowly and purposefully, she sipped his beer while he stared at her with a face full of emotions ranging from anger to bewilderment to attraction. She finished off the rest of his beer completely, tipping her head back and exposing her long neck. Her straight black hair fell past her shoulders, revealing streaks of neon colors underneath. There were highlights of pink, orange, green, and blue underneath the black curtain that were so bright, they almost made Logan squint.
She leaned forward, pressing her chest together with her arms and whispered in his ear.
“Thanks for the drink.” Then she winked at him, a faint grin on her face, teasing him as she stood up and started to walk toward the door. Logan’s jaw fell open as he tried to understand what just happened and why he wanted nothing more than to follow her out of the bar.
Logan glanced up at the clock, he still had a little time before the band would get here to set up. He quickly stood up and pulled a few bills out of his pocket, tossing them onto the bar, then walked swiftly in the direction that she had gone. He swung the bar doors open fast and looked for her, finally spotting her rounding the corner of the building. Boosting to a jog, he went after her hoping not to lose her around the corner.
What am I doing?
Logan was confused, but he wanted this woman whose name he didn’t even know. He rounded the corner so fast, he didn’t have time to look at what he was rushing into. His mystery woman was leaning against the brick siding, one long leather boot pressed against the brick below the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a red plaid skirt, wrapped high on her waist with a tiny black sleeveless top covering her upper half. Her hair covered her face as he approached her slowly from the side, watching her fire up a lighter and dip the cigarette between her lips in to the flame.
“Nobody ever told you that those fuckers will kill you?” Logan said in a low, ominous tone. This mystery woman may have some sort of hold over him, but he was going to take back control now. She glanced up at him and a quick flicker of fear slipped through the deep, green pools of her eyes. Then she pulled the still unlit cigarette from her lips, holding it between two fingers, and smiled at him.
“Nobody ever tells me anything.” She grinned back at him, her eyes turning into a darker hue as she looked at the figure before her. The perfect embodiment of masculinity with his long, wavy brown hair and tanned skin, that chiseled jaw line littered with stubble, and a body that most weight lifters would envy.
“You owe me.” Logan said, his voice turning husky as he grabbed the cigarette from her fingers and tossed it to the ground. He placed his hand on the brick wall beside her head and the other in his pocket as he leaned his massive figure over her tiny, thin frame.
“For what?” She cocked her head to the side and her voice accidentally squeaked as she tried to sound irritated. She was
“What’s it to you?” Logan grunted at her and went back to his drink, turning his head away. He didn’t have time for the distractions like groupies and this girl’s eyes were only saying one thing to him. He cleared his throat at the thought and took another sip of his beer while the girl pulled up a bar stool from a few feet over.
She slid onto it and crossed her legs, leaning them against the outside of his thigh as she angled her body to face him. Her eyes never left him even though he continued to stare straight ahead and ignore her. She had no idea where this sudden courage was coming from, it was completely unlike her, and yet she could not stop herself from walking up to this man in the thick leather jacket, leaning on the bar.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Gina reached across him and grabbed his glass. Slowly and purposefully, she sipped his beer while he stared at her with a face full of emotions ranging from anger to bewilderment to attraction. She finished off the rest of his beer completely, tipping her head back and exposing her long neck. Her straight black hair fell past her shoulders, revealing streaks of neon colors underneath. There were highlights of pink, orange, green, and blue underneath the black curtain that were so bright, they almost made Logan squint.
She leaned forward, pressing her chest together with her arms and whispered in his ear.
“Thanks for the drink.” Then she winked at him, a faint grin on her face, teasing him as she stood up and started to walk toward the door. Logan’s jaw fell open as he tried to understand what just happened and why he wanted nothing more than to follow her out of the bar.
Logan glanced up at the clock, he still had a little time before the band would get here to set up. He quickly stood up and pulled a few bills out of his pocket, tossing them onto the bar, then walked swiftly in the direction that she had gone. He swung the bar doors open fast and looked for her, finally spotting her rounding the corner of the building. Boosting to a jog, he went after her hoping not to lose her around the corner.
What am I doing?
Logan was confused, but he wanted this woman whose name he didn’t even know. He rounded the corner so fast, he didn’t have time to look at what he was rushing into. His mystery woman was leaning against the brick siding, one long leather boot pressed against the brick below the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a red plaid skirt, wrapped high on her waist with a tiny black sleeveless top covering her upper half. Her hair covered her face as he approached her slowly from the side, watching her fire up a lighter and dip the cigarette between her lips in to the flame.
“Nobody ever told you that those fuckers will kill you?” Logan said in a low, ominous tone. This mystery woman may have some sort of hold over him, but he was going to take back control now. She glanced up at him and a quick flicker of fear slipped through the deep, green pools of her eyes. Then she pulled the still unlit cigarette from her lips, holding it between two fingers, and smiled at him.
“Nobody ever tells me anything.” She grinned back at him, her eyes turning into a darker hue as she looked at the figure before her. The perfect embodiment of masculinity with his long, wavy brown hair and tanned skin, that chiseled jaw line littered with stubble, and a body that most weight lifters would envy.
“You owe me.” Logan said, his voice turning husky as he grabbed the cigarette from her fingers and tossed it to the ground. He placed his hand on the brick wall beside her head and the other in his pocket as he leaned his massive figure over her tiny, thin frame.
“For what?” She cocked her head to the side and her voice accidentally squeaked as she tried to sound irritated. She was
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