The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 14





I woke feeling like someone was drilling a ten inch screw through my head. Tess had managed to lighten me up and persuaded me to go downstairs for a few drinks. A few turned to a few too many, and that's where my memory of the night ended.

I was happy for the  distraction, happy to forget about all the shit being flung around  my head for a while. Waking up in that dreary prison cell of a dorm  room with a heavy hangover pressing into my skull, however, wasn't  so productive.

I'd spent nearly two weeks now  looking for a job, two weeks traipsing from bar to restaurant to  club looking for something, anything. It hadn't worked - there was  f*ck all out there. Literally nothing.

Memories of the previous night  filled my head. Thoughts of Kyle clouded my brain. That kiss, those  lips, the strong feel of his hands at my waist, brushing through my  hair. He was the sexiest man I'd ever met. I just wish he'd felt the  same about me, but he hadn't.

I felt embarrassed about my  performance, flashbacks bombarding my alcohol-soaked and  sleep-deprived brain. The way I fumbled around on that stage, trying  to dance sexily, trying to turn him on. He'd turned me on more just  by sitting there, by the way he looked at me. It was humiliating.

Money. The word drilled itself  further into my head. Rent was due in two days. Two f*cking days and  I had nothing. No job, no money, no car, nothing.

Shit, the car!

I checked the time - 11.30 AM.  He said to get the car at midday.

I jumped out of bed and threw  on whatever I could find on my floor. A pair of sweatpants and an  oversized woollen jumper. I caught my reflection as I bounded out of  the room and down the stairs.

The nearest bus stop was just  round the corner. I quickly deciphered the frankly mind-boggling  route plan and managed to just about sneak onto the correct bus. Why  is everything so much harder with a hangover?

With the time edging towards  the midday mark I got to my stop and popped out my phone to direct  me the rest of the way to the garage. I was freezing as I ambled  down the street, my jumper so full of holes you could have driven  that bus straight through it. Should have put another layer  on Alice!

After a short Arctic trek I  reached my pole, seeing the grizzled mechanic, who'd done his best  to wrangle as much money as possible from Kyle's wallet, with his  head in a motor.

He looked up as he saw me  approach. “Ah, Miss Newton, your car is good as new, as requested.  I worked all morning on her just to get her ready for you.”

Yeah, no good sounding  gracious when you're a swindling thief.

I nodded my thanks as he passed  me the keys. “Even got that heater of yours fixed for you.”

Now that was pretty nice,  forcing me to step up from a nod to an actual vocalization of my  gratitude.

“Thank you, that's a big  help, especially this time of year.” He laughed more than he  should have for such an obvious observation.

“Don't mention it. He's the  one you should be thanking.”

He lifted his head and pointed  his gaze behind me. Confused, I turned to see Kyle pacing towards  me, every inch of his body bar his face covered in black clothing  that stood out against the falling snow. His eyes were stern as he  approached, a 5 o clock shadow covering his cheeks.

“Alice, I'd like to talk to  you if that's possible.” He flicked his eyes at the mechanic who  trundled away back into the garage.

“I wanted to apologize about  last night, about the way you left. It was my fault really.”

I stayed silent.

“I want you to come back  again. I know you need the money Alice,” he said, seeing the look  on my face.

There was nothing I could say  to that. I needed the money more than anything. I'd do anything  right now for it. Well, almost anything.

“But I was awful Kyle. I  couldn't strip the peel of a f*cking banana.”

His face cracked in a smile,  that beautiful smile. How I loved that smile.

“Every girl's the same when  they start. You're perfect Alice, that's something you can't teach.”

“Teach?”

He nodded, his jaw clenched.  “Any girl can learn to take their clothes off. They just need to  want to do it. They need to learn to tap into their sexuality, to  break the taboo. Can you do that Alice? Are you willing to try?”

I looked into his blue eyes, so  pure and clear, staring at me, longing for me to say yes. Did I have  another option? Did I have a choice?

“I'll do it on one  condition,” I said. “I'll do it if I get to practice on you.”

That beautiful smile grew  wider, his teeth as white as the snow. “That's all I wanted to  hear.”





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