#Chapter 65: A New Plan in Action

After Logan made up the couch for me and went to bed himself, I laid staring at the ceiling. The very high-vaulted, chandelier-covered ceiling. Seriously, this place was ridiculous. I was suddenly wide-awake and felt stone-cold sober. This felt weird. And wrong. And every time I closed my eyes all I pictured was Logan in his skin-tight shirt grabbing me and kissing me again. So I forced them to stay open. I doubted Maria was awake, but I opened my phone to send her a message anyway. I couldn’t wait to see and/or hear her reaction when she did open it. “Guess where I’m spending the night. Hint: it’s not my parents’ place…” I pushed send and let out a small laugh. My smile faded as I looked around the room. This place wasn’t for me. I was just the man’s secretary for God’s sake. I couldn’t let us be so comfortable around each other. I would never move past the kiss if we were. I made up my mind about what I was going to d