Paid to Please Him

3 | Pleasantly Surprised by Logan Prescott

I feel like I'm in a trance as he leads me out of my apartment building and down the street where his car's parked.

"So where exactly are you taking me?" I ask as he opens the passenger side door for me.

He smirks. "You'll see, I have the whole night planned out."

I sigh and figure that he wasn't going to give me much information about our little date so I gracefully slide into the passenger seat of his sleek black BMW.

"Are you always this mysterious?" I ask as Logan pulls out into the street.

I can see the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips and I can't even explain the feeling of how on edge and alive my body feels.

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know. Do you always send your dates designer dresses and jewelry that I'm sure cost more than the rent of my apartment and surprise them with a night out at some five-star restaurant?"

A chuckle escapes his lips as he takes his eyes off the road to briefly look at me. "Well I must say, Miss Montgomery, I'm feeling quite insulted."

"How do you mean?" I retort, using his phrase from just a few moments earlier.

"You think I treat all the girls I take out the same and it's actually the contrary. I usually don't waste my time with all this." He takes his right hand off the steering wheel to briefly motion to me. "I usually just did the whole bar scene and see if I could get lucky."

"So then what exactly makes me different from any of those other girls?" I ask curiously.

"I'm surprised you'd even have to ask that." He says before putting the car in park and climbing out of his seat. I watch as he comes around the front of the car to get my door before the valet attendant comes to take the car away to park it.

"What's that supposed to mean exactly?" I ask, searching his eyes for an answer.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Without another word being said, Logan takes my hand in his and leads me into the restaurant. As soon as we cross the threshold it's like stepping into an alternation universe and I can honestly say I've never felt more out of place in my life. I was dressed like any other woman in the room, yet I didn't feel like one of them. You can put lipstick on a pig, but at the end of the day a pig's still a pig.

"You okay, Bailey?" Logan whispers in my ear breaking me out of my trance-like state.

A shiver runs down my spine as my name rolls off of his tongue. "Yeah, sorry."

"Are you sure? You seem...distant."

"No, I'm good. It's just a little overwhelming in here." I admit, feeling like every woman in the room was looking in our direction.

"You get used to it." He said as his thumb delicately and soothingly rubs circles on the back of my hand. Looking up at his face, our eyes lock and I can't help but get lost in his cornflower blue eyes. I see his lips twitch like he was fighting the urge to smile and when I least expect it, he places one of his large warm hands on my cheek. "God I want to kiss you right now." He says in a tiny whisper.

I swallow the nervous lump in the back of my throat as I feel my heart rate spike at just the thought of his lips on mine. "Logan,"

"Mister Prescott, your table is ready." The hostess says, our little moment interrupted.

Looking at the blonde dressed in a form-fitting pencil skirt and black blouse, I can tell by the way she just looked at Logan that she was definitely interested in what she saw – her and every women who could catch a glimpse of him.