53. Sitting On His Lap

Charlotte’s POV

On our dinner night, I wore a red curvy dress. I had just arrived at the restaurant, and I could see that there were no other people there. I only saw Logan sitting in the corner and looking through his phone. When he sensed I was coming, he put down his phone, stood up, and stared at me from head to toe. He smiled seductively and said, "Sit...Sit with me." He was about to offer me a chair, but I touched his wrist and pushed him to sit on his chair.

“Where do you want me to sit, Logan?”

He smiled widely at me and playfully said, “In my lap?”

I looked down at his lap and bit my lower lip, “Okay then.”

He was unprepared for my next move, and I really sat on his lap, making him uncomfortable. He whispered, “Are you really doing this?”

I asked him back, “You don’t like it?”

“No, I mean…why do you have to provoke me, Charlotte?”

I softly smiled at him, “Provoke?”

“Yeah.”

The waiter came in, and he was a little uncomfortable seeing me sitting on Logan’s lap. He lower