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head, she asked, “What’s your story?”
    To his credit, he didn’t stall. “I was an idiot. Actually, the world’s biggest asshole. I forgot it was Valentine’s Day. Worked late. Didn’t buy her a card or a gift.” His lips were set in a tight line. Although his words were light and easy, the underlying betrayal of pain in his voice was unmistakable.
    Like he’d done for her, she waited for him to continue.
    “When I got home, all the lights were on, but Helen and her belongings were gone. She left a note with two words on it. You can probably guess what they were.” He grinned wryly.
    Their confessions had created an intimacy between them and she smiled back. “I bet I can.”
    He angled his flute and they clinked their glasses.
    “We got off to a bad start the first time I met you,” he told her. “I was an oaf, came on too strong. I apologize.”
    “An oaf?” She toyed with her glass. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anyone actually use that word in a sentence.”
    “I’m one of a kind,” he said. “Say you’ll forgive me.”
    How could she refuse?
    “I’m disappointed that you didn’t call.” His soft, sexy, sultry voice sent pinpricks up her spine.
    “I’m surprised you gave me a second thought,” she confessed, stunned, thrilled.
    “Every day. I’m ashamed to admit I asked Joe about you.”
    She decided not to tell him that he’d been the topic of discussion at the Carpe Diem Divas’ dinner meeting.
    “Joe said you were worth having.”
    “Did he?”
    “He suggested I try groveling.”
    Feeling lighter than she had in months, she teased, “Let me guess. That’s not one of your finer skills?”
    “Finer skills? It’s something I’ve never heard of. I had to look up the word in the dictionary.”
    She laughed.
    Logan took a step closer. He filled her vision, intimately close, making her nerve endings vibrate with awareness.
    “You’re a newbie to BDSM.”
    She wasn’t sure whether he’d guessed that or whether Joe had told him. “And?”
    “If we had scened the other night, you would have given me your phone number and taken my call the next day. And right now… Right now…?”
    Nervously, she gulped.
    “You’d be remembering how good it was. You’d have confidence, and you’d be on your knees begging me to take you to the basement.”
    Jennifer drew a shaky breath. “Look, Logan—”
    “Be as honest with yourself as I’m demanding you be with me. If you had been totally into that scene with Simon, you wouldn’t have turned to look at me. And at the end, you were disappointed with the experience, wondering if it could have been better. In fact, you’ve talked to Noelle, maybe read some things, watched some videos. You think it can be better.”
    Though she wasn’t sure why, she hesitated. After another a shallow breath, she nodded. “Yes.”
    “So why didn’t you call?” He paused. “The truth.”
    Heat rocked her. She wasn’t sure any man had ever demanded so much from her. “You make me nervous.”
    “Because?”
    Her mouth went slack. “You can’t be serious.”
    He didn’t respond.
    “You’re…” She searched for words. “Intimidating.”
    He drank the rest of his champagne and put the glass down.
    “Am I?” A smile teased the corners of his mouth. The effect was no less threatening.
    “I don’t know anything about you,” she protested.
    “Didn’t stop you with Simon.”
    “That’s different,” she protested.
    “How?”
    “He reminded me of most of the men I know. Safe.” Knowing her behavior might be reckless, she put down her glass then gave in to the stupid temptation of tracing the jagged edges of his scar.
    Logan didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away.
    “He let me tell him what I wanted.”
    “And you don’t think I would?”
    “No. Yes.” She hesitated. “It’s not the same thing at all.”
    “You’re right. I’d push you to ensure that you had the experience you wanted.” He clamped her wrist, making her regret