The soft, chime of the private elevator echoed through the penthouse at exactly six in the evening.
My heart seized instantly, a violent spike of adrenaline flooding my veins. I stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cream-colored knit dress I had chosen from the closet hugging my skin. Logan had been gone for hours at his mandatory practice, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my new perimeter. I had spent the afternoon telling myself to play the part,the perfect submissive
But the moment the heavy elevator doors slid open and Logan stepped into the foyer, the air in the room turned completely freezing.
He had his gym bag slung over a broad shoulder, his ink-black hair still damp from the team showers. He looked massive, exhausted, and terrifyingly dominant. His slate-g
