Club Destiny 1 Conviction (20 page)

For a solid week, Jennifer had
tried to contact her, but Sam refused her calls. Nick, on the other hand, never
called and she never called him. The relationship was over immediately.
Samantha packed up the few things he had left at her apartment and she mailed
them to him, avoiding him at all costs. Nick never did send any of her things
back, but she didn’t care.

Whatever it was she might have left
there wasn’t worth the pain she would have had to endure all over again. It had
taken months for her to get over what happened, and when she did, she found she
couldn’t trust anymore.

Not until Logan.

There didn’t seem to be ulterior
motives with Logan McCoy. He was straight forward and open about what he wanted
and what he expected. The only hiccup was when she had found him talking to
Brittany, but even then he had been honest with her about it. He admitted his
mistake, gave her his reasons and promised her it wouldn’t happen again.

She knew that if it did she would
walk in a minute. Regardless of how much she was beginning to care for him. Had
it happened a few years ago, she wouldn’t have given him a second chance.

Sam had finally found someone she
felt she could trust.

The only concern was related to
work. He was her boss. He was an executive at the company, and she had a
reputation to uphold; a very strong, highly reliable reputation that she had
worked hard to build. She didn’t want anyone believing she seduced the boss to
get her job. She didn’t want others to look at her and not believe she knew
what she was doing.

On the other hand, Sam knew what
was happening between them didn’t occur every day. The opportunity to explore
the crazy feelings stirring deep inside presented itself, and she’d be damned
if she was going to pass it up. He scared her, but she needed to be scared. She
needed to feel again and until she met Logan she hadn’t felt anything for a
long time.

Going through the motions day
after day, living her life for her job, had gotten her a whole lot of nothing.
She didn’t have dates or boyfriends. Hell, she barely had any friends because
she learned that lesson the hard way too.

When she was with Logan, she felt
alive. She felt like a woman. A very feminine, extremely sexy woman. She needed
something from Logan, and it had nothing to do with finances and everything to
do with love. Her body heated just by looking at him, her heart beat faster
just by being close to him. The net of it was, she felt something for him.

Something strong. Something
foreign.

Sam finished showering, paying
attention to every last detail. She even curled her hair, letting it hang loose
down her back. He told her to wear something sexy, and she had just the thing.
She wasn’t sure what prompted her to put on the little black dress, her sexiest
black lace demi bra, thigh high black stockings and a garter belt, but she knew
it was the perfect outfit.

Aside from those things, she wore
her black heels and left off one key piece of clothing, but she did it on
purpose. She knew that she was tempting the beast, and to hell with whatever
reservations she might have had about what happened earlier, Sam couldn’t
resist.

~*~*~

“You look amazing.” Logan took a
double take when Sam answered the door.

In the time it had taken her to
look like that, he had gone home, showered, changed and then headed right back.
He felt like a teenager, giddy with excitement about seeing her again and he
hadn’t wanted to be gone for too long.

All in all, he had rushed. That resulted
in him sitting in the parking lot for an additional twenty minutes, hoping he
would give her enough time to get ready.

“Thank you. Let me get my purse.”

Logan watched her walk away,
admiring the view a little too much. She grabbed a small, black clutch purse
from the counter and a set of keys.

He took the keys from her as she
joined him on the small second floor landing, and he locked the door behind
her. The surprised look on her face made him laugh. As they descended the
stairs, he took her hand, holding a single red rose in the other. Once again,
she gave him an astonished look, but this time, he merely smiled. Who said
chivalry was dead?

When they reached the parking
lot, Logan led her toward his car, this time he’d selected his pride and joy. A
sleek, black Corvette that he rarely drove.

“It figures you’d have a
Corvette.” Sam teased as he held the door for her.

As he walked around the back of
the car, he let out a low whistle. This was going to be one hell of a night.
With a woman who looked that damned hot, Logan wasn’t sure they’d make it
through dinner.

When he told her to wear
something sexy, he had no clue it would be that. He didn’t know if he would be
able to keep his hands off of her so that they could
have
dinner.

When he got himself situated in
the driver’s seat, he glanced over, noticing the dress she wore was short, and
it was midway up her thigh, revealing a hint of the top of her black stockings
and what appeared to be a garter attached.

“Holy hell.”

“What’s the matter?” She asked
innocently, but Logan could tell by the look in her translucent green eyes that
she knew exactly what was the matter.

“Absolutely nothing.” He
whispered as he started the car and put it in reverse to back out of the
parking space. As he turned the car around, he noticed a fire red Camaro
sitting in the parking space beside her building. “Damn that’s a nice car.”

“You like it? It was an impulse
buy.” She said as she leaned back in her seat, getting more comfortable.

“You have got to be kidding.” He
glanced over at her as he put his foot to the floor and tore out of the parking
lot. “Baby, you just get better and better.”

The conversation was light as
they headed downtown. Logan gave her a brief overview of the area as they
passed through the main drag that hadn’t been closed off yet. When they pulled
up to the restaurant, Logan eased into the valet lane.

Knowing he’d better hurry, Logan
exited the car and waved off the man heading over to the passenger door. He wasn’t
about to let another man help his lady out of the car. She was with him, and he
wanted everyone to know it.

Logan reached out and took her
hand, helping her out of the car and then handed the keys and a twenty dollar
bill over to the valet attendant as they headed to the front entrance.

Once inside, the hostess greeted
them immediately.

“Good evening, Mr. McCoy. We have
your table ready.”

He nodded, took Sam’s hand and
placed it in the crook of his arm as they followed the woman to the back of the
restaurant.

He’d manage to keep Sam off guard
every step of the way, and he could see the question in her eyes. Yes, the
hostess knew him by sight. When you are one of the highest ranking employees
for one of the largest companies in the city, those things happened. XTX was
fond of entertaining clients at this particular establishment, so he was seen
in here often.

He also got a little ego boost
when Sam gave the young hostess a glare after the woman eyed him up and down.
He liked that she was possessive. He liked it a hell of a lot.

Logan had reserved a table in a
secluded section in the back, insisting that he didn’t want other patrons
sitting in the vicinity. When he had called earlier that day, he’d instructed
the maître’d that he wanted a romantic dinner for two, without interruption.
That was exactly what he got. The only light shining was that from the numerous
candles gracing the table and the couple of wall sconces around them.

The hostess stepped back while
Logan pulled out Sam’s chair for her and allowed her to sit down before he
walked to the chair beside her, not across from her, and followed suit. Once he
was seated, the hostess extracted a bottle from a nearby ice bucket, and
proceeded to fill the two glasses already on the table. When the hostess walked
away, Sam finally spoke.

“Does this always happen?”

Logan laughed, keeping his voice
low. “This is our first date. One that I hope you will always remember.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say I
will.”

Logan leaned in a little closer
and chose his words carefully. “I’m hoping this will be your last first date.”

Instead of panicking like Logan
suspected she would, Sam’s grin was full of mischief. “You think rather highly
of yourself don’t you?”

He watched, fascinated as she
took a sip of her wine, waiting to see her reaction. Her face lit up with a
smile so bright, Logan nearly groaned.

“I think rather highly of
you
.”
He answered her, then took a sip of his own wine. “I hope you like steak
because the entire meal is already planned out.”

~*~*~

As Sam processed what he was
saying, she realized there weren’t any menus on the table either; nor had a
waitress come by to ask for their order. “I’m from Texas, of course I like
steak.”

When she rested her arms on the
table, Logan reached out and took one of her hands, twining his fingers with
hers. Sam wasn’t used to public displays of affection, but with Logan, the
small touches were endearing. Holding his hand across the table, seeing how
small her hand was enveloped inside of his made her feel safe.

The conversation was comfortable
as they both spoke of their parents and their upbringing. Logan told her more
about his grandfather and about the memories he had of his parents. She did
notice that he didn’t speak much of his brother, and she wasn’t going to ask.
Not yet anyway.

Sam told him stories about her
parents, even informing him they planned to come to visit in a couple of weeks.
They talked about their high schools and college, as well as their first jobs.

She was surprised at how relaxed
she was just sitting there, talking, while they shared an intimate, romantic
dinner together. The only conversation was between the two of them. The waiter
didn’t speak to them, only refilled the wine when needed and brought out all of
the courses. Logan remained close to her through the entire dinner. His hand
would brush over hers when he was talking, or he would play with her fingers.

Sam didn’t remember a time when
she ever felt as though she was the focus of someone else’s attention if it
wasn’t related to business. She also didn’t ever remember sitting in a romantic
setting with a man as strikingly handsome and confident as the man sitting
beside her.

When dinner and dessert were
finished, Logan took her hand and led her from the restaurant. The bill was
paid by his credit card on file, so there was no need for him to hassle with
waiting on others.

“Thank you for dinner, Logan. It
was wonderful.”

“It was my pleasure. Now, on to
the remainder of the date.”

“And what would that be?”

“The hot tub, what else?” He smirked
as he opened her door for her so she could get settled in the car. He closed
the door after she was in and walked around to get into his side, tipping the
valet attendant again as he passed by.

The hot tub?

Sam didn’t say anything because
she didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t worn a bathing suit, or brought one,
but she knew that wouldn’t be news to Logan. Nor would it probably be a
problem. Not after their afternoon spent naked in broad daylight.

She wondered why he hadn’t
forewarned her of his plans. She felt her body flush at the idea of being in
the hot tub naked with Logan. She was just going to go with whatever happened.
Tonight was just to relax and be with the man who seemed to be wiggling his way
faster and faster into her heart.

Sam found herself sitting
quietly, enjoying the scenery and the sexy, musky smell of Logan that filled
the car. She’d worked to control her breathing for the last five minutes since
Logan had decided to put his hand on her left thigh. The warmth spread like
wildfire through her veins, causing her to flush with need. His fingers were
tracing small circles just above the top of her stockings, and she found it
rather difficult to breathe in and out. He was tormenting her, and he knew it.

“What’s the matter, baby? You look
like something is on your mind.”

“You are just too funny for your
own good.” She whispered as she felt his hand move further up her thigh. She
knew he could see the stockings, but she would bet money he didn’t know she
didn’t have on panties. If and when he decided to take this further, she was
going to be in serious trouble.

Logan stopped at a red light and
moved his hand higher on her thigh, her need flooding through the car. Her
sharp intake of breath as he reached the top of her thigh caught her by surprise,
and she knew he heard it too. Feeling just a little bold, maybe from too much
wine, Sam parted her legs slightly, giving him more room to roam.

“Sonuvabitch.”

Yep, he’d realized she wasn’t
wearing panties. Sam was nervous, and slightly disappointed when he only
continued to tease her. His fingers swept across the soft, bare skin, but he
didn’t linger. Instead, he moved his hand back down her thigh and accelerated
through the green light.