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in the store. But when she caught his eye, there was no mistaking what he was thinking…or at least what she thought he was thinking.

His heavy gaze left burn marks as it traveled up and down her body, paying extra attention to her behind and she hadn’t been able to deny the pull it had on her insides. However, she had chalked it up to the mood. After all, that is the effect she strived for and created in her store, wasn’t it? She wanted patrons to feel wanted, to feel good about themselves and to feel the anticipation of how their lingerie would affect the mood of certain personal situations.

She had just caught a dose of her own doing. Now, after she swore she could still feel the heat imprint of Logan’s fingertips on her chest, she wasn’t so sure. What could she do? Nothing. This was a product of her doing and she was going to have to undo it. She and Logan where friends and she would never jeopardize their friendship for sex. Sex. There it was again. Tempting her like chocolate.

Sex with Logan.

The bittersweet, butterfly feeling was back in the pit of her stomach as she envisioned Logan’s hands caressing her body. How she would reach up and wrap her arms around his neck and force him to kiss her. He would have to bend his head to reach her lips due to his height and she would slip her tongue into his mouth—

Lightbulb.

Whoa, baby. I kissed him. She remembered—at least she could remember forcing him to kiss her. Yes, they were in his living room and what they were talking about was still a little foggy, but she remembered thinking how she could get one over on him, by just kissing him…how he wouldn’t expect it. Oh God. She was equally mortified and aroused at once.

She kissed him.

Most importantly, he had kissed her back. He wrapped his arms around her even…like he liked it. “Go to bed Gabriella.” Her heart was booming in her chest as she recalled his husky-firm voice ordering her to go to bed. Had she upset him because she was toying with him? Had she been?

Argh, this was so frustrating. Drinking never did anyone any favors. She could attest to that right now. She conjured up what she knew and could remember from that evening, hoping she could piece-meal everything together.

Yes, she had confessed she was afraid to have sex. Gabbie had had sex three times with exactly two men. It was a wonder how she ended up in the business that she did. The first and second times were with her then-boyfriend during the summer between graduation from high school and waiting for college to start in the fall.

It had been one of the most awkward, quick things she had ever experienced but she had just wanted to get it over with. She didn’t want to be a virgin going into college. That short relationship was done before it had even started, and Gabriella was equally happy about being over it.

The second and last guy she slept with had been a little more promising. Jed had not only worked side-by-side with her for work-study her junior year in college but had been in three of her classes and there had been a quick attraction between them. They had casually dated for an entire year before they’d had sex.

That had been as emotionally painful as the first time. It had been awkward and full of inexperience for both of them. Suffice to say, they had recovered enough to know that neither of them wanted to try the dirty deed again. They enjoyed each other’s company and slowly and quietly parted ways. No hard feelings. That was until she found out she was pregnant—eight weeks along—one month out of college.

Chapter Fourteen

Logan sat in his home office, adding some final touches to a few documents he had prepared for Gage. It was close to midnight and he would do anything at this point to keep his mind off Gabriella. Did she not remember her proposition to him? Clearly, she had been drunker than he’d originally thought. He hadn’t spoken to her since he’d dropped her and Brandi off the night of the barbeque, which told him she was surprised by his act of seduction. Frankly, he was happy to have this situation out in the open, albeit only slightly.

Little Cinderella had been all he could think about lately.

His dick couldn’t possibly be any