Chapter 54
The elevator arrived with a ding, and he stepped between two women who spent the entire ride down looking at him from under their lashes. When the doors opened and he saw her – dressed in a thigh-high skirt, with emerald stilettos on her dainty feet – he felt his mouth go dry. Her top was the same shade as her shoes, tucked into the waistband of her tiny black skirt so that he could see and drool over every damn curve the girl had.
“Sophie,” he said, motioning with his hand towards the restaurant door. “I have a reservation for us.”
“Logan,” she swallowed, seemingly with difficulty. Her eyes took in every inch of him from head to toe, to settle on the breadth of his chest. Not meeting his eyes, and with a blush on her cheeks, she allowed him to steer her to the door. “I
