All He Desires: The Complete Series
head. "Just a little shaken is all."
    "I can understand that." He lowered down beside me and cupped my hands with his. "Did you know him?"
    I glanced down at my lap. "He's an ex."
    Logan's body stiffened and he drew in a sharp breath.
    I sat back. "Is Marisa okay? I didn't ruin—"
    "Shhh." Logan stroked my hair. "Everyone is fine, and you haven't ruined anything. I was more worried about you. When I saw that man grabbing at you, I asked Devlin to bring Marisa down from subspace. We can continue the demo another time."
    "And...Dennis?"
    "The man I had to pull off of you?"
    "Unfortunately."
    "He's fine. I had him escorted out. But if he comes here again, I'll have no problem calling the authorities on his ass." He laughed at that. "Can you imagine? He threatened to report what you do out of your home and tell the cops I'm a part of it."
    My eyes widened. "What did you tell him?"
    "The truth. You sought my legal counsel to get a restraining order against him."
    "And he believed you?"
    "The man is scared shitless, but I don't think it would be a bad idea—the restraining order I mean."
    I nodded. "Perhaps you're right, but..." I let my shoulders drop. "I'm sorry. We were supposed to be having a night out, weren't we?"
    "We were. Still are if you want to get technical about it, but I don't mind talking." He rubbed at the little stubble on his chin. "Would you like me to give you a ride home?"
    "No," I almost blurted out. "No...it's...it's okay."
    He raised his eyebrows, then glanced at the door to our private room. "What if I go home with you? Not for sex, mind you. Just think of me as added protection. Just for tonight."
    I chewed at the inside of my cheek. "What about my car?"
    "Leave it here. I'll bring you back to get it tomorrow."
    "It isn't in the parking lot though. The meter..."
    "Don't worry about it. I can handle the meter. I'm more concerned about you." He stood away from the sofa and helped me up, cupping my face before kissing me on the lips. "Would that be okay with you?"
    "I don't think I want to be home alone."
    It wasn't a lie. There had been nights where I thought for sure Dennis would drop by, and tonight wasn't any different. I wanted to be there if he did decide to show up, but I didn't want to be there on my own. Until I got the locks changed on my door, I'd have to worry about him making himself at home. And after what he tried to do tonight, I couldn't stay there. Alone.
    "Then it's settled," Logan said, removing his suit jacket to drape it over my shoulders.
    "W-what about your job?"
    "The demos are something I do for fun. As for my job, it's okay if I don't show up for a few days."
    "Days?" I followed him as he led me out of the room. "Why days?"
    He stopped to face me before we reached the hall heading back out to the lobby. "You work out of your home, with men you know little about. You also have an ex that, if you ask me, seems to have a jealousy issue. Am I getting warm?"
    "Pretty accurate so far. But then, if you don't trust the other men I open my home to, why should I trust you in my bed at night?"
    His cheeks darkened. "Hmm, I see what you mean." He held up a hand when I went to say something. "No, no, you're absolutely right. Hell, you probably know less about me than any of them because I only tell people what I want them to know."
    "Or what they're ready to hear," I added, pointing to where he'd been standing on stage not an hour earlier.
    "Also true. If I promise not to tie you up, would you mind me sleeping on your couch, for sanity's sake?"
    "That depends if by couch you mean bed, and if by sleeping you mean sex."
    He smiled. "I wouldn't put it that way, but..." He shrugged. "In all seriousness though, if you want me to sleep on your floor or sit inside the front door with a shotgun, I will."
    "I was being serious."
    "We don't have—"
    "I know we don't have to. I want to."
    A flicker of hesitation shown in his eyes, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. "Well then, shall we?" He held out
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