After washing the stain from my shirt, I held it under the hand dryer until the fabric had dried enough to no longer be translucent. Then I redressed and made my way from the locker room. The other girls were still talking, but they were background noise to me now.
If I wanted to know more about this party and what Logan thought of it, I needed to go straight to the source, not depend on office gossip.
So I entered the elevator again and rode it to the top floor. Logan’s office door was open, so, after dropping my purse and my lunch off at my desk, I walked right in.
Logan sat behind the desk, looking at his computer screen. His attention shifted as I came into his office, first to my face, then down to my still damp shirt. Quickly, he darted his gaze back to his monitor.
Looking down
