Then suddenly, a slow, wicked smile curled on Logan's lips.
Jean narrowed her eyes. "What?"
He took a sip of wine, then set the glass down with a deliberate clink. "Maybe I'll consider it…"
She blinked. "Maybe?"
He tilted his head, that mischievous glint turning dangerous. "If you make tonight unforgettable."
Jean nearly choked on her wine.
"There he is," she muttered under her breath, scoffing. "Brute Logan Kingsley."
He laughed. Actually laughed while shaking his head. That rare, deep chuckle that made her stomach flutter and her brain yell at her to stay composed.
"You brought up the power couple idea," he said, rising from his chair and strolling around the table like a wolf circling its prey. He stopped behind her, leaned down, voice brushing her ear. "I'm just asking you to demonstrate it... privately first."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the heat blooming under her skin. "So that's the deal?"
