Inevitable by Angela Graham Page A

unfazed yet the sounds from the table beside me left me reeling. Turning in my seat, I grimaced. Logan’s head was hung back, shoulders jumping up and down, laughing hysterically. I shot him a threatening glare, but he was too busy trying to compose himself to notice as Vanessa sat there confused and disgusted by the mess covering my table.
    “Come on, baby, let me show you how a real man treats a lady,” Sal said, oblivious to my apparent revulsion and the liquid in front of him. He shamelessly reached his hand under the table, placing it on my knee. I froze, my body painfully still and eyes wide as his wrinkled, calloused hand slipped quickly up my bare leg. Before I could react, Logan was out of his chair, standing behind Sal with his hands on the old man’s shoulders.
    “All right, Sal, I think you’ve had enough fun with Cassandra tonight.”
    Sal stood up throwing me a quick wink and walked toward the bar.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled.
    Logan said nothing, his face lit with hilarity and I could see him fighting off a smile before he sat back down with Vanessa.
    Grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser on a nearby table, I sat there trying to wipe up the drink that was dripping from the table’s edge. The bell went off and I sighed. When would this night be over? Shaking my head, I placed the soaked napkins to the side of the table just as Logan sat down in front of me.
    Shit.
    I needed more time to prepare for this. Taking a deep breath, I sat up farther in my seat pulling at my dress to cover any cleavage. He’s already had enough of a show from me in that department.
    “Hello, Cassandra,” Logan said, his voice rough and sexy.
    “Logan.” I replied coldly titling my head for added emphasis. I was in no mood for games tonight and if he kept talking like that, with that look in his eyes, I’d only embarrass myself. Flagging down the waitress I ordered another drink.
    “I have to admit, I was happily surprised to see you here tonight, sweetheart. A woman as lovely as yourself surely must have men lined up around the block for a date.”
    The waitress stepped to our table and we both ordered another round of drinks. I ordered water, earning me a dubious look from Logan. Ignoring him, I watched the waitress bat her eyes and giggle as he asked for a scotch, neat.
    “Water?” He asked, brows furrowed.
    “Scotch?” I replied with equal disdain. Truth was I needed a clear head to deal with him. My body was far too attracted to him and with the amount of alcohol already consumed tonight, my brain was slowly forgetting why he was off limits.
    He chuckled to himself. “You never answered my question?”
    “I’m only here as a favor to Caleb,” I replied.
    “Of course, I’ve been told you’re very…considerate.” He appeared to want to say something else but looked away, sipping his drink.
    Been told? Had he asked about me or was he referring to my striptease in his pool? We sat for what felt like more than five minutes alone just staring at each other. I flushed and tried to avert my gaze to look around the room but it only seemed to add to his amusement.
    The waitress reappeared and I couldn’t have been happier. Sipping my water, I asked, “So, what’s Oliver up to tonight?”
    “Home. Sleeping I would presume at this hour.” He set his drink on the table. “So tell me, how long have you been a teacher, Cassandra?”
    How the hell did he know I was a teacher? He was definitely talking to someone about me.
    “This will be my first year,” I replied, before quickly adding. “Oliver seems like a great kid. I bet you guys have a lot of fun hanging out.”
    Logan squirmed in his chair his expression unreadable. I wasn’t used to seeing him uncomfortable and considering it was about his own son I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was he being overprotective of Oliver or truly didn’t enjoy talking about him? I had yet to even see him with his son. I was left unsettled with my thoughts when he