He set his palm on the small of my back. “This way.”
The murmur was a crack of incongruity.
Whiplash.
My head spun with the push and pull as he guided me toward the elevator and punched in a code. The doors swept open, and a bluster of heat radiated out.
A sigh got free as I stepped inside, and I stuffed my hands into the coat pockets. I made to move away, to put as much space between us in the confined space as possible.
God knew we were already too close, balancing on a quickly fraying rope that would hang us both.
But no, Logan looped his arm around my waist and drew me closer.
It swamped me in his aura.
Clove and cinnamon and corruption.
My throat tightened and my stomach flipped, and I wondered if I’d willingly set myself a trap. If it really were a mistake after all because I was pretty sure the only thing I was doing was providing him with the ammunition to destroy.
Placing myself in Logan’s massive, manipulative hands.
I had been there before, hadn’t I?
He punched in another code, and the elevator lifted us upward. It came to a stop on the top floor.
The doors whooshed open to an elegant foyer. There was one double door to the left and another set to the right.
He nudged me toward the left, his voice a controlled rumble. “This way.”
I gulped for clarity. For surety. Praying this was right.
I hoped I hadn’t just traded one horrible situation for another.
But I’d already made this bed. Had given this man my word.
I wouldn’t go back on it.
So I sucked it up and followed along beside him. He slipped a key into the lock and swung open the door to his apartment.
“This is it.”
I came to a standstill just inside.
Logan released me, clicked the door shut behind us, and strolled deeper into his home.
So callously.
So arrogantly.
Energy buzzed.
A hum in the air.
He peeled himself from his suit jacket and tossed it to the back of a chair. He eyed me the entire time, watching me as if I were a new piece of the décor.
I tore myself from the trap of his gaze and busied myself with taking in what he had become.
I was used to pretentious things. To riches and wealth. They’d always meant little to me, and they were supposed to mean even less to us, but I guessed I should have recognized his weakness all along.