Page 4 of The Mistaken Bet
Chapter4
Kara
Ijust required a few moments to myself—time to focus on allowing my mind to catch up with the guy who had just knocked me flying, quite literally. I had planned to give him hell, but the moment my eyes had locked with his, I was lost to him. Logan had me under his spell, and I didn’t think he’d even realised my tongue-tied dilemma. Claire certainly had seen my reaction when she’d returned and was desperate to press for the gossip, but that, thankfully, waited as his friend swooped in and invited us to spend some quality time with them both. I wished Logan had asked us, but for some reason, he’d looked disinterested.
Claire tried her probing the moment the guys left for drinks, but for once, I wanted to call the shots and leave the situation to chance. Logan seemed different from the average guy, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.
“Just going to head to the ladies—freshen up this face, you know.” I used my hand to extenuate the motion. “Are you coming?” I asked Claire.
Please stay here.
I fluttered my lashes, waiting for her answer, with my clutch in my hand in preparation.
“I’ll wait here in case the guys come looking for us.”
I smiled and turned to head through the bustled crowds.
Whilst waiting in line for the bathroom, I bloody overheard a conversation that wasn’t meant for my ears. My skin reacted when I heard his voice; my mouth dried up in anticipation and desire. I dared a glance in the direction of the conversation as I needed to double-check it wasn’t my crazed mind playing tricks.
A fucking bet? Daniel had bet Logan to have sex with me. No, not have sex with me. Fuck me!
I was livid. The temper I wanted to expel full throttle at the pair of them pulsed through my veins like liquid lava. The unleashed wrath of Kara Penner was a sight to behold, and these two arseholes had decided to ignite that beacon. But one issue stood in the way: how would Logan pay for his games.
And then my lightbulb moment happened—an idea that struck in the back of my head.
If he wanted to play games, I would happily assist in the pledged activities. Unexpected, kinky, fucked up ones, though. In the end, he’d be left knowing not to have challenged me with the mockery he had planned. No matter if he looked like sex on legs, he had no right at all.
Logan could’ve gotten his girl, tonight, but not now—not at least how he had expected.
Game face on, I plastered my mask in place as fast as I could, the reprieve in the bathroom gladly helping as I made my way back to Claire and put my plan into action.
Claire’s scowled face showed me maybe I hadn’t finessed covered my true feelings fully. She looked ready to drag an interrogation right out from me directly in front of them.
“My ankle—it’s just giving me a few issues; I just have to take it easy, I guess.” I shrugged at Claire and Logan as Daniel slid next to us with the drinks.
“Sorry about that, got caught up.” He gave his excuse and looked warily at his friend.“Budge up, there is room for us all isn’t there?” he continued, and pointing at Claire he said, “Unless you want to come and sit pride of place on my lap?”
“Na, hot stuff. Happy right where I am, thanks.” Claire rejected his offer without giving him the satisfaction of flinching or a moment of thought.
“Ouch! You wound me.” He covered his heart with his hand. “Dance then? Let these two get acquainted.” He wiggled his cocky brow at her.
Subtle my arse.
Muttered sounds from my left assured me Logan had something to say on the matter.
Interesting.
“Come on then.” Claire thrusted her hand in his. “I love this song.”
The bass took hold, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, navigating with her into the bustling crowds. Claire’s face was alight with the bass pumping from the speakers, and the curve of her lip turned upwards. I just couldn't believe this was solely for our benefit as her body seemed to be sliding pretty close into his.
“This one yours?” Logan touched my arm, knocking attention away from Claire and Daniel and back to the present situation. The hairs stood quickly, igniting an electric shockwave that passed across my skin—a current that took my breath straight out of my mouth making it parched, desperate for more than the drink in front of me.
He handed me a large scotch on the rocks from the tray.“Prick over there took ages with them,” he said and I allowed a giggled sound to leave my mouth.
“Yep, not one for fluffy drinks: give me a well-defined spirit any day.” I took a large gulp of the double measure, and it burned the back of my throat. “I daren’t let you head back to the bar again: you may never return, or worse still head back with another girl.”
“Never.” His fingers ran along my wrist to the glass, and he took it from my hand, placing it back on the table. “Kara, I’m not that kind of guy.”