Try (Temptation Series) by Ella Frank Read Free Book Online Page B

ago, I just want one thing, and since he hasn’t punched me in the face yet, I’m thinking I may have a shot at it.”
    “Like I said earlier, you’re delusional, and right now, you need to get the fuck out of my face.”
    “Or?”
    “Or it might just meet with my fist.”
    Logan felt the blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins at the pissed-off expression crossing Tate’s face. Stepping back, he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets to try and shift the erection that was once again trying to rear its head as it painfully pushed against his zipper.
    “Threatening a customer? Doesn’t seem very professional. Are you upset because of what I did tonight? Or because you stood there, watching and wishing it was you on your knees instead?”
    Choosing to ignore him, Tate clenched his jaw and his fists, and Logan thought it was probably smart that he had taken a step back. Tate looked explosive.
    “We’re all told during training that sexual harassment will not be tolerated—by employees or customers.”
    Logan tipped his head back and laughed derisively. “Oh, trust me, Tate, I haven’t started to do anything sexual to you, and for the record, I had a third drink tonight. It may have tipped me over the edge of sober.”
    “A man your size? I doubt it.”
    “You noticed my size? I’m flattered.”
    “Don’t be,” Tate spat at him. He finally pushed off the wall and took a step toward Logan, lifting his head and squaring off with him. “I thought you were only inappropriate when you were sober. So, what would you call this?”
    Licking his lips, Logan boldly ran his gaze down Tate’s black shirt and vest to the pants he was becoming obsessed with undoing. “I call this going after what I want.”
    A waft of air brushed against Logan’s face as Tate scoffed and pushed his face in even closer to his own.
    “Then, in case I’m the first, let me introduce you to what me walking away is called…”
    Logan watched Tate turn and make his way into the bathroom.
    Over his shoulder, Tate called out, “Rejection.”
    For the life of him, Logan couldn’t decide why that made the guy even more appealing.
    * * *
    Tate finally made it into one of the stalls and shut it. He locked it quickly just in case Logan decided to follow him inside and do—
    Hell, who knew what.
    The man had no fucking boundaries. Not to mention, he seemed to have a death wish.
    What if I was a homophobic asshole and decided to beat the shit out of him ?
    Tate turned in the stall and leaned his back against the door. Then again, the likelihood of that happening was slim. Tate could hold his own, but Logan was a big guy.
    Lifting a hand, Tate ran it over his face and up through his shaggy hair. Squeezing the back of his head. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands were shaking as he brushed both of his palms down the front of his thighs, and realized for the first time that he was still sporting a major erection.
    Jesus , he thought as he jammed his hand against the traitorous cock in his pants, what the fuck is Logan doing to me?
    Tate had no answers. All he could hope for was that the guy would be gone when he came back out and that he would not turn up tomorrow night.
    * * *
    “You’re leaving?” Logan heard from behind him as he made his way to the front door of the bar.
    He turned to see Amelia jogging over, slinging her purse on her shoulder. Her blonde hair was now tied back for the evening, and her cheeks were a nice rosy pink from their earlier activities.
    Logan shrugged into his black jacket and looked down at her with a wink. “I was about to. You just get off?”
    “Not yet,” she replied with a saucy grin, tucking her hands into her black pants, pushing her breasts up into his face. “Want to help with that?”
    Logan was positive the answer here was yes. He was single, she was single, and they could so go back to his place and finish what they started. But he also knew that she was not the person he wanted.
    As he