Chapter 47
“Logan, you didn't need to do that.” She took the flowers from him, her delighted smile telling him he'd played this one just right. Flowers sometimes made the difference between blue balls and a raging orgasm. Flowers in this case had just earned him at least an invite for coffee later.
“I wanted to,” he told her honestly. He wanted to give her flowers because he wanted to increase his chances of ending up between her thighs before the night's end. And what delectable thighs they were, slender and long, shapely and showed off in a mini-dress of pale pink that complimented her blond hair to perfection. He ignored the voice inside his head asking him why he always seemed to gravitate towards blond women. It didn't matter. Everybody had a type, right?
“You are so sweet.
