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“Well, there are some aspects of that night I'm quite happy to remember," He winks salaciously at me, just in case I missed the innuendo; “But there are also some other things I'd rather- well, that I'd rather you kept to yourself."

    I roll my eyes; "Logan, I will not be telling anyone ever about us sleeping-"

    "I mean the fighting, Quinn." He says sharply.

    "What about it?"

    "I mean no one can know about that."

    I laugh; "Are you serious? Logan, have you seen your face today?" He’s still sporting a black eye and the hint of a bruise on his lip, which has this terrible side-effect of also making that mouth even more attractive to me right now.

    He sighs heavily and turns to look away as he shakes his head.

    "No, honestly; do you think everyone here is totally blind?" I nod at the boxing glove tattoo peeking out of his rolled-up sleeve; "Seriously, it's not like you make it a secret you know."

    This time he rolls his eyes, and the gesture is both infuriating and disturbingly sexy on him; " Obviously they know I box, Quinn. It's just that they don't know about the kind of boxing I do.”

    I put my hands on my hips and cock my head at him; “What, the kind of boxing that has you stabbed and beaten to a bloody pulp lying in my elevator at three o’clock in the morning?”

    He grins and looks away, shaking his head.

    “What?”

    “Well, my elevator, technically speaking.”

    I freeze; “ What .”

    “Yeah, I bought that building a few years ago and just use a management company to rent it out. I’m redoing my Penthouse uptown right now, so I just decided to crash there during construction ” He chuckles, and as he looks up I think we both suddenly get it at the same time; “Hey, shit , I guess that mean’s I’m technically your landlord!”

    I pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers and try and count backwards from ten; I get to about seven before I decide a very tall drink would work a whole lot better right now.

    “So anyways, no gabbing about the fighting, OK?”

    I finally lift my head up and stare at him, “So wait, Bryce and Hudson don't even know?”

    Logan raises an eyebrow and makes a face; “What do you think. I’m the responsible one, remember?”

    “Yeah, a regular pillar of reason and society, Logan .” I’m tapping my foot on the ground, anxious about how, well, anxious he makes me; “So, I’m guessing you want me to keep this a secret or something?”

    “No ‘or something’, just the first part.”

    “What’s in it for me?” Instantly I have no idea why I said it.

    Logan smirks; “Well well, there’s that famous Archer hustle and negotiating I’ve heard so much about. But I don't think you want my counter offer, Quinn.”

    I roll my eyes; “Oh please , what could possibly be your-”

    “That a bit more went on that night than just me getting the shit kicked out of me in a fight?”

    Oh you’ve got to be shitting me . Is he seriously about to use that as leverage?

    “You’re kidding, right?” I glare fire at him; “You're seriously going to hold that over my head?”

    He smirks that irritating, cocky smile of his; “Well you sure seem like you want it to be this big dirty secret.”

    “So do you.”

    “Do I?” He winks at me, looking cocky and arrogant and - goddamnit - unnervingly good looking.

    “ Fine .”

    His grin widens, as if gloating over winning some kind of board room debate or something; “Fine what , Quinn?” He’s messing with me, and it’s making my blood boil.

    “I mean fine , secret for secret.”

    Logan flashes that grin at me again and holds out his hand; “Deal!”

    I ignore his hand as I roll my eyes as I turn away from him; “Oh and just so we’re clear, Logan ,” I shoot back over my shoulder; “That is never happening again.”

    “Which part?” He calls out after me, chuckling; “Agreeing with me or fucking me?”

    My face goes five shades of red as I whirl and flip his grinning, cocky face off