Logan’s smirk only grew. “Other items like?”
“The Gold Tickler from Italy and the String of Pearls from Asia.” I just put it out there. I figured, why not?
“Oh, and don’t forget the snakeskin handcuffs from Singapore and—”
“I think he gets the picture,” I said, cutting her off.
“Oh please, keep going,” Logan teased.
She actually was about to continue.
“Peyton,” I admonished. “I thought you were leaving.”
She handed me the items. “See you bright and early.” She hugged me. “I can’t believe it’s finally here.”
I squeezed her tightly. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
I hired Peyton almost two months ago when I rented the space. She has a degree in merchandising, a skill I greatly value. Ever since I hired her, we’ve spent every day together sifting through the inventory from my online boutique and searching for even more extravagant items.
Peyton put on her coat. “I hope to see you again,” she said to Logan.
He nodded hesitantly. “You never know.”
Sounded like we had the same plan.
I took the exquisite sexual items and walked toward the center of the boutique. With each step, I could feel his eyes on me. Shivering, I scanned the room and forced myself to focus on admiring the work I’d done.
The space wasn’t huge, but it was big enough. I’d refinished the ebony wood floors and purchased inexpensive wood tables, both of which complemented the simple glass fixtures and extensive shelving exquisitely. The style was shabby chic. It was eye-catching. Enticing. It was my dream come true.
“Where exactly will the sex toys be displayed?” Logan asked with a sinister purr in his voice.
Sensing I was only going to be even more turned on if I saw his face, I didn’t turn to face him when I spoke. “Over here, next to the counter in this antique Chinese glass case.”
I knew he was approaching me with that long, lean body of his when I smelled his delicious scent. “I have to ask. How much do the items in your hand retail for?”
Drawing in a breath, I unlocked a drawer behind the antique counter that once sold tickets for a carousel in Vienna and set the items inside it. “Each will be tagged one thousand dollars.”
Logan gave a low whistle. “Nice. At least it’s not as much as Beckham’s gift to Posh back in their day.”
Laughing, I gave in and glanced over at him. “No, I highly doubt, even with my mad selling skills, that I could sell a million-dollar item. To be honest, I’m not even certain these will go, but Peyton insisted we give them a try.”
The smile he gave me felt electric. “Oh, they’ll sell. In fact, you might want to order a case of those.”
Discussing devices used to provide pleasure should have been awkward, yet somehow it wasn’t. “Do you know something I don’t?”
With folded arms, he leaned back against the counter. “About the wealthy residents of Boston, absolutely. And here’s a small suggestion.” He bobbed his chin toward the ornate Chinese glass cabinet beside him. “Put those items out tomorrow, and as soon as a customer asks the price, casually mention your supply is low, and I bet they buy them up.”
I raised a brow. “Experienced in high-society sexual dynamics, are you?”
His grin was devilish. “You might say that. I also have a few friends back home that as soon as I mention upscale sex toys, I’m sure will be interested.”
I tilted my head. “Will I have to pay you commission?” I was seriously flirting with him now.
There was just something about him.
We were facing each other and the noise he made from deep in his throat rumbled through me. “I’m sure we could work something out.”
My cheeks flamed and I wasn’t a blusher, or I hadn’t been before I met Logan.
“Show me around.” His tone was commanding again.
I couldn’t understand why I liked it.
I shouldn’t have.
More than happy to escape his lustful stare, I circled the counter and pointed. “To my left I have rugs from Persia, silks from China, and perfumes from France. To my right I have the finest cotton sheets from Egypt, English soaps, Wiley Wallaby gourmet licorice from Australia, Himalayan gourmet salt, and Hacienda La Esmeralda coffee beans from Panama.” I continued around the space, pointing out all the finest things I’d managed to find around the world.
Logan was right next to me and I watched as he picked up a few items with keen interest, whistled at one or two, and raised an impressed brow every now and then.
When I finished, we ended up back at the vintage cash register stand and near the sex toys I’d locked away in the drawer beneath it.
He glanced into the empty cabinet meant to house them. “I’m telling you, I’d put those items out for opening day.”
I tilted my head. “You would, would you?”
His gaze was bold. “Trust me.”
The key was on the counter and I unlocked the drawer. “Maybe you’d like to buy one? For someone in your life, I mean.”