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breakfast. Would you like me to call Logan for
you?”
    I was not sure what he meant by that. Call Logan to take me
away or call Logan to have breakfast? His pinched look and clenched jaw wasn’t
much help either.
    “If you wish.” I flashed him a smile. “I’ll also take a cup
of that coffee while you’re at it. Two sugars, no cream, please.” Before he
could retort, I said a quick thank you before dropping my eyes back down to my
plate. A thrill of excitement ran up my spine when I heard him start on my
coffee, but it died quickly when he went ahead and called Logan up to the
mansion after placing my coffee in front of me.
    Logan came strolling into the kitchen two minutes later.
Logan’s a handsome man; I might even call him pretty. He was exactly how I
pictured a typical American man to be; blond wavy hair, bright cerulean eyes,
and completely relaxed. I couldn’t help but compare the two men standing in the
kitchen. While Logan was a few inches shorter than Griffin, he was much leaner
and toned.  Griffin was broad and all consuming. There was no missing his dark,
commanding aura when he was in the room. He’s the first man I’d ever been with,
but when he loomed over my body last night, I felt like a caged animal that
couldn’t escape him. I might have been terrified but I’d never felt more alive.
Flashes of last night brought a blush onto my face and I wondered if anyone
noticed. Looking back and forth between the two men, I found them staring at
me. Logan smiled while Griffin scowled even harder, which I didn’t think was
possible.
    Breaking the silence I asked, “Does everyone come running
when Mr. Stone calls?”
    “Generally so. What is that wonderful smell?” Logan smirked.
    “I made breakfast. Feel free to sit next to me, you can have
this plate if you like. You can keep me company while I eat. Mr. Stone isn’t
much of a conversationalist.”
    Griffin slammed his coffee cup down on the table and I
snapped head up to look at him. I was stunned to see the shattered remains of
the cup. “Anna, stop with the goddamn Mr. Stone shit, and no, Logan will not be
sitting next to you eating my goddamn breakfast.”
    Rolling my eyes, I caught Logan smothering his laughter and
I couldn’t resist prodding the beast once more. “But I thought you don’t eat
breakfast, Griffin? There’s no need to let it go to waste. You don’t like to
share?”
    Stomping over to the breakfast bar, Griffin plopped down
onto the chair next to me and began shoveling food into his mouth, cleaning his
plate in record time. I’m amazed he didn’t choke. Pretending to take a sip of
my coffee, I hid my grin behind the cup.
    “There. Are you happy now, woman? I ate your fucking
breakfast.” I was actually quite happy but I think I’ll keep that tidbit to
myself.  Griffin didn’t seem to like that I was giving Logan my attention and
it warmed my stomach. I couldn’t help but crave more of his possessiveness, and
so I tried again.
    “Well, it looks like you enjoyed it, with how fast you ate.
Logan, can I whip up something for—”
    Turning in his chair to face me, Griffin interrupted my
question. “Logan has work. That’s what I pay him to do. And when I pay for
something, I expect those people to do their jobs.”
    “On that note, Boss, I’ll be out back if you need me,” Logan
said, half running from the room.
    I could see that we were back to that whore thing again.
Maybe I had pushed him too far, or maybe I should push him even harder. I
thought back to my conversation with the girls at the agency; they had told me
about the things men like, and how sex usually turns them into docile little
kittens. Well, he had sex last night and he doesn’t seem all that docile.
    “Isn’t sex supposed to make a man happy? Did you not get
what you wanted last night? Did you not get your fill?” I questioned, trying to
bait him a little more. A thrill of excitement rushed through me every time I
gave him a tiny jab.  Rising