this week, sending the flowers and having Pat come round to District to drive me home every night. Maybe it’s the way he looks. He walks in with a crowd around him, donning a sharp black tuxedo. His hair is combed back, real formal and sexy. My hands instantly go clammy and I lose the ability to do much of anything except stare.
My waiter friend notices. He follows my gaze and laughs in disbelief.
“Logan Matthews is here. That’s so fucking cool. I should try to sneak his autograph without my boss seeing.”
I force out a tight laugh and try not to pass out.
It takes me too long to register that I recognize the people he’s walking in with. There’s Darius and Liz, and Melody too. I wasn’t expecting to see her tonight, but duh, of course she’d attend. She belongs here way more than I do. She’s right beside Logan, tugging on his arm to get his attention, and they chat for a moment. I try not to let it bother me. They’re friends, of course; he’s known her longer than he’s known me.
He’ll find me soon enough, I assure myself, wondering what I should do. Run across the place and fling myself at him? Play it cool and sort of wave if he looks in my direction? It’s totally hopeless—there’s no way he’ll spot me in the crowd now. He has the advantage. He’s tall and…well, famous. Everyone sort of either gives him a wide berth or rushes in to get closer. He draws a crowd, and I frown, looking down at my nearly empty champagne.
“Have you got another flute I could top mine off with?” I suddenly regret not getting utterly toasted while I waited for him to arrive. Some liquid courage would be quite nice right about now.
“Sure thing,” the waiter says, taking my flute so he can go swap it out for another. “Oh shit, he’s headed this way.”
“What?!”
I turn, and it’s true. Oh Lordy. Logan has somehow spotted me amidst the masses, and he’s cutting through the crowd to get to me.
My new friend turns to me, more than a little confused. “Do you know him?”
I try to feign surprise. “Oh. Well…yes? A bit?”
What am I supposed to say?! You know what? I happened to have humped his thigh just the other day, if you can believe it, and then I cuddled with him in his huge bed all night. It was absolute bliss.
“Candace,” Logan says from a few feet away.
I glance over and wave like we’re two mates meeting on the street. “Fancy seeing you here.”
His eyes narrow and then he glances at my new friend standing beside me.
“Logan,” I start. “Err…this is…sorry, didn’t get your name?”
“Max.”
“Right, this is Max. He’s been so nice and kept me company while I was waiting for you. I think he’d like an autograph.”
“That’d be awesome, but like, no pressure. I’ll probably get in trouble for asking.”
“Nonsense!” I grab a cocktail napkin and hold out my hand for the pen Max has in his apron pocket. He fumbles for it then hands it over with shaky fingers. “I’m asking for the autograph, not you. See? Here Logan, sign right here.”
He does, and then I hand the napkin to the waiter, who immediately stares at it like I’ve just handed him a solid gold bar.
“Thanks, man. This is so cool!”
“No problem,” Logan says, stepping toward me. “Candace, can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”
“Oh. Um…” I look around us, wondering where exactly we could go to be alone. Already I see people starting to whisper about Logan. It’ll only be a matter of seconds before we’re surrounded again.
But Logan knows what he’s doing. He steps closer and turns me so he can rest his hand on the small of my back, directing me to a side door just to my left. It leads back out into the hall surrounding the main room, and since it’s so far from the main entrance, it’s deserted.
I think he’ll stop propelling me forward now that we’re out here alone, but he keeps right on prodding me along until he yanks open a door he seems to find satisfactory. It opens into an auxiliary storage room filled with linen and folded tables and spare chairs. The lights are out, but he flips a switch and we’re coated in dull yellow light.
Then he pushes me inside before him.
“What—what in the world?! Why’ve you gone and stuffed us into a broom closet?”
Chapter Fifteen
Candace
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