Addiction

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Logan frowned, staring at his stepsister in her man-eating outfit. If she only knew how crazy she was making him. “I’m just finishing here.” He had a hot date with Bethany tonight, and damned if he wasn’t going to offload some of this frustration on her. She was just the type he was looking for too – sleazy. The past three weeks had been an exercise in s****l frustration. Every peek at Sophie as she wandered around the house – bra-less for f**k’s sake – in tank tops and sweats, or worse, yoga pants, had sent him running for a cold shower. He was sure she was looking so hard for a place of her own only to escape his heated gaze. Surely she knew.

But she seemed so clueless as to her own appeal, even to him. Especially to him. He felt his face heat as he started to get hard watching her pace up and down the room waiting for the knock on the door. When it finally came, and she grinned like a witch, he felt like opening the door, punching the guitarist and throwing her in his bed. But he just smiled and watched her go.

“I could be late,” she warned with a twinkle in her eye. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t,” he replied, pained. How would he feel knowing she was out screwing the damn guitarist? “s**t,” he whispered softly, viciously, as the door closed behind her. He couldn’t do this anymore. The sooner she moved out, the better he would feel. He'd thought spending time with her would decrease his desire for her, and all but held her hostage when she asked if it would be okay to stay a while, but now he just felt tormented. He wished Bethany were here already so he could forget about Sophie and her short skirt.

For another half hour he tried to concentrate on the plans in front of him. The Hudson’s had decided they wanted an annex to the left side of their already sprawling house plans, but it was proving difficult to get the powers that be to agree to it. The planning office was being a total asshole, and if he didn’t get some closure on this job soon, the Hudson’s were liable to try another architect. Not that any other architect would do them any good – it wasn’t his fault the guys in the planning office were d***s.

Finally giving up, thoughts of Sophie poisoning his mind, he went to take a shower, sure that tonight with Bethany would help him stay cool around Soph until she found her own place. It was all about being satisfied, he told himself, stripping off and stepping into a cool shower. And he was damn sure Bethany was the type to satisfy any man. At least, in bed. He didn’t think he could put up with her past another night or so, and he’d told her he wasn’t in the market for a relationship, but that didn’t seem to deter her in the least. The last time he’d been out with her she’d darn near sucked his tonsils out within ten minutes of meeting her at the bar.

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