Chapter Eight

Logan

Arya receives the glass of wine with unexpected eagerness and takes a huge sip, which surprises me. She then licks her lips in a slow torturous manner. My cock twitches in response. Fuck!

"I've ordered already. I hope you don't mind," I tell her while taking a sit.

"No, that's fine," she says with a gracious nod.

"It's good to know that you can be amenable," I smirk.

"I am not entirely stubborn as you think of me," she leans back in her chair.

"You called me to prove something to me," she says, focused on the task at hand, but then she takes a large gulp of wine, and her cheeks color. She must be looking for courage. I'll have to watch how much she's drinking because she's driving.

"I would prefer that we talk about that later after we have something to eat," I respond.

She sips again from her glass and then places it on the table. She looks exquisite: her hair falls in soft waves to her breast on one side, and on the other, it's pinned back so it's easier to see her delicate