Hotties Fur Hire

Ep Five.

When she left the bathroom, Logan was talking into his phone out on the balcony through the French doors of the bedroom.

She shouldn’t have been able to hear him all the way over there, but she could. She shouldn’t have been able to see him out there in the dark, but she could. And what the f**k? She could smell him. That woodsy, piney animal smell made her belly clench with need. But now it was even stronger. Working on her like some sort of aromatic aphrodisiac. What was wrong with her?

She shook her head and padded over to the dresser, taking out pants, a pair of leggings and a boring black t-shirt. She shoved her arms into her bra, angry now at the entire world. She clipped the hook and eyes into place and stepped into a pair of black panties. She noticed Logan in the doorway to the balcony, watching her.

“Pervert,” she said, over her shoulder. A small smile played over her lips. She touched her fingers to the angry red scar. Logan was behind her, hands on her shoulders, so much bigger than her in the mirror above the dresser. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Please, Let's get out of here." he looked at her through the mirror. He looked sick.

“Okay.” she pulled on her leggings, then the tee. Stuffed her feet into black converses and made to leave the room.

“He trashed your house. I’ll have someone come and clean it up for you,” his hand softly on her cheek. She nodded.

Yes, her house was trashed. And no, she did not know why. Nothing remained in her head after d**k brain had bitten her.

Logan led her by the hand through the wreckage. She noticed her little clutch bag laying in the smashed-up remnants of her China mugs and picked it up quickly.

Then, in the shards, she found her phone. The screen was cracked, but it lit up when she pressed the home button. She still had an eye on the bastard. Good.

“Am I just walking through a really vivid and horrible dream?” she swept her arm away from her to show him the bomb site that used to be her home.

“Because it seems to me since you walked into my life everything has gone f*****g t**s up!” she shoved past him, stepping over the ruins of her life. All those years wasted. She flung open the door, surprised that it almost came off its hinges. Her neck burnt where she’d was bitten. Her eyes prickled with unshed tears. She was dammed if she was going to cry now. Not with all the nosey neighbours staring out their windows like a gang of stalkers.

She lifted her chin. And waited for Logan to catch her up. He may be almost a stranger. But he was there. Now. And state her mind was in now. She could get lost with an almost stranger.