I flopped back against my pillow, my cheeks inflamed and the erotic dream burned into my brain.
I’d had a sex dream about Logan MacLeod.
With a moan of absolute mortification, I covered my eyes with my arm as if somehow I could block out the memory of the dream.
But I couldn’t.
I’d had a sex dream about that grumpy, irritating, arrogant, inconsiderate ruffian of a man! How was it possible? He wasn’t even my type! No.
No.
NO!
“Oh God,” I groaned as I thought of something even worse.
How on earth was I ever going to face him again?
CHAPTER 5
His considerate streak was over.
I glowered at my reflection in the gilded silver mirror in my bedroom.
The person looking back at me was unrecognizable.
I looked like hell.
Because of him.
Only hours after I was jolted awake by the dream I needed to stop acknowledging ever happened, I was awoken by the noise coming from Logan’s bedroom. Loud – extremely loud – sex.
“THAT’S RIGHT. RIGHT THERE. OH BOY. RIGHT THERE. OH, LOGAN. OH, LOGAN. OH, LOGAN… AHHHHHHH!”
And she was American. He was obviously branching out.
Not that I cared. Nope.
I was, however, surprised and outraged when the next night I got even less sleep because the American was back, and she and Logan went three rounds of “RIGHT THERE.”
And she returned last night for more rounds of it.
Seventy-two hours of no sleep.
It did not look good on me.
If he bloody well returned with the American again, I was going to… “What, Grace?” I curled my lip at my exhausted reflection. “Shout at him? Let him have it? Scold him? Because you’ve done so well at it in the past.”
What if the American did make a fourth appearance? I lowered my gaze, unable to look at myself anymore as I stood there with my messy hair, wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt because I was too tired to iron something decent.
Was Logan MacLeod finally settling in to become a one-woman man?
I turned around and strode out of my bedroom, my mood darkening to the black-hole level. Marching through my flat, I snatched up my purse. I needed chocolate and coffee. There was no way I was getting through the day without either one of those.
Locking the door behind me, my shoulders instantly hunched up around my ears at the familiar sound of Logan’s door opening.
Oh God, was life really this unfair?
Feeling my cheeks bloom with heat at the thought of Logan seeing me so disheveled, I turned slowly around.