Last Dance (Rock With You #3) Rock Star Romance (6 page)

“Not
that I’m aware of. It’s not relevant to the case and, frankly, none of my…or
your…business.” She pulled the photos out of the envelope, tapping the edges on
her desk.

“Oh,
I know. But, he’s just so…sexy. And nice. Not that I’m looking at him just as a
good looking guy, like a sex god or anything. He just seems like such a
sweetheart.”

“I’m
sure he is.” Melody cleared her throat. “Victoria, working here, you’re going
to come in contact with a great many celebrities. It would pay for you to learn
to distance yourself, to remain professional.”

“Yes…it’s
just…I think about what it would be like, meeting someone famous, like him, and
having them fall in love with me. Didn’t you ever fantasize about that?”

“Absolutely
not. Victoria, really. This is not the way to conduct yourself here at the
office. If you want to have fantasies about clients, please do not bring that
into my office. Now, I have work to do. I’ll bring you the complaint after I’ve
read through it. You can close the door on your way out.”

Victoria
turned and left, the door closing softly behind her. Melody sat in amazement,
and horror. If Victoria were fishing for information about her and Logan for
Ryan, she certainly wasn’t even trying to be subtle. Melody made a mental note
to talk to Joe Hunter in the morning, to ask about having a memo put in
Victoria’s file. As distasteful as it was to Melody to think about firing
someone, in this case, Victoria was practically giving her reasons to let her
go.

Melody
shrugged, turning back to the photos.
I’ll deal with her tomorrow.

She
laid the photos out on her desk. There were ten in all, counting the one with
her and Logan. All of them were in black and white, all showed Logan with a
woman.
A beautiful woman…every time.

The
prickle of jealousy running along her spine bothered her. Logan had told her
he’d been with other women, mostly to ease the loneliness of being on the road.
He’d been open and honest about all of it. And Melody knew that rock stars were
magnets for groupies and hangers-on.

The
women in the photos included actresses, several were models, and one was a
television reality show star. All were in the public eye, all of them linked
with to other famous men through a series of relationships.
Except me
.

She
opened her notebook, scribbling on the blank page. Then she looked at the
location of each photo. Some were of Logan and the woman leaving a building, as
if the photographer was waiting outside. In some, Logan or the woman was
looking at the camera.

But
in three, the photographs showed Logan and the woman inside. One of them was of
Logan with a model, Irina someone. Melody recognized her from a perfume ad.
They were eating dinner, the shot clearing taken from outside the restaurant.
There were other diners in the foreground, blurry and indistinct. She thought
it might have been taken with a telephoto lens.

In
the photo of her and Logan, the shot was clear, but appeared to be taken at
very close range. There were no other people in the photo, just her and Logan.

Something
clicked in Melody’s mind and she decided she wanted to show the photos to Logan.
She grabbed them, stuffing them back into the envelope before grabbing her
purse.

Victoria
was still at her desk. She looked up as Melody came out of her office.

“Did
you read the complaint?”

“No.
I’ll do that first thing. I’m out for the rest of the day. You can just take
messages and let anyone know who’s looking for me that I’ll be back in the
office in the morning.”

* * *

Logan
wasn’t at the security door waiting for her and her heart did a little stutter
step in her chest.
You’re being silly. You’re perfectly capable of getting
from here to the suite in one piece.

He
didn’t answer her knock and she noticed her hand was trembling as she used the
key card.

The
door of the suite opened and Melody gasped, her hand going to her mouth.

“Oh,
my God, Logan. What have you done?”

The
room was lit with candles, dozens of them. Bouquets of white roses were placed
around the room, their rainy scent reaching her. The table that sat beneath the
window was pulled into the middle of the suite, set with crystal and china,
more candles in tall holders on the snowy white table cloth. And with a single
chair at one end.

“I
ordered dinner.” Logan reached behind Melody, closing the door. “You can come
in, ye ken. This is for you.” He took her purse, dropping it on the floor. He
was wearing just the gray sweatpants, exactly as she’d left him this morning,
bare-chested and barefoot.

“But
why…how…when…” She turned to him, and before she could finish, he had her in
his arms. She looked up at him, laughing, hands against his chest.

“Hush,
woman. There’s all night to talk. We have a date, remember? With a certain
table and chair.”

His
kiss was slow and sensual, his lips lingering over hers while his hands moved
over her body.

Logan
finally stepped away from Melody. She opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, her
body reacting to his touch, his lips on hers, the promise this night held. He
took her by the hand, leading her to the table and she stopped, looking down at
it. And then to that single chair.

“Logan,
this is all beautiful. The table…the room. Everything. Thank you.”

There
was a silver bowl of strawberries sitting nearby, plump red globes that looked
almost too perfect to eat. Logan took one, holding it out for Melody. She bit
into the delicate flesh, the sweetness of the berry exploding in her mouth.

“Oh,
Logan. This is amazing. You need to taste this.”

“I
will.” He leaned forward, slowly tracing the outline of her lips with his
tongue, before slipping it between her lips. She opened to him, letting his
tongue explore the recesses of her mouth, flicking and sliding against her
tongue. The strawberry was momentarily forgotten as the kiss deepened, the only
point of contact between them their kiss.

When
he broke away this time, Melody sighed, already aching for his next kiss, his
next caress. Logan popped the rest of the berry into his mouth and Melody
pulled him to her, arms around his neck, echoing the path his tongue had traced,
over his lips, tasting the sweetness of the strawberry, before he opened his
lips to her.

“Mmm,
you taste wonderful.” Melody ran her tongue across her lips.

“Aye,
as do you. Come here.” He sat down, pulling her onto his lap.

“Just
where we left off this morning. You have no idea how hard it was for me to
leave, to go to work.”

“Well,
you have no idea how…hard…my day was, being left by you. It’s a bit different
when you have somewhere to go, something to take your mind off things. I was
left here in rather a…delicate state.”

Melody
laughed, brushing his hair from his forehead. “Poor you…I’ll make it up to you.
We have all night…I don’t have anywhere to be until tomorrow.”

“Would
you like a drink? I have champagne…” Logan reached for a bottle chilling in a
silver bucket.

“No
Macallan?” Melody leaned forward, reaching for two champagne flutes, setting
them at the edge of the table.

“Maybe
later…I want you relaxed, not insensible. Although…” Logan carefully filled the
glasses. “I remember you were still quite sexy the first time I bedded you,
after too much Macallan.”

Melody
made a face at Logan. “And that was entirely your fault. You plied me with that
stuff and then took advantage of me.”

“Aye.
I did. Worked out quite well, I think.” Logan handed her a glass, taking his.

“A
toast. To you, Melody. Without you, I don’t know what my life would be like.
You’ve been my rock of late.” He clinked his glass lightly against hers.

“I
love you, Melody.”

“Logan.
I love you too. And there’s nowhere I’d rather be, than with you. You’ve been
my rock, too.” She took a sip of champagne.

“Oh,
this is nice.” She hiccoughed and then burst into a fit of giggles.

“It’s
like that, then? One sip and you’re already on your way?” Logan’s lips quirked
up into that charming grin she’d been missing lately.

Melody’s
giggles intensified and she wrapped one arm around Logan, kissing his cheek.

“It’s
just so good to finally have something not turn into a bigger problem. And to
see this…” She traced her finger over Logan’s lips. “It seems like forever since
you’ve smiled like this.”

“And
it’s good to have you like this, Melody. Giggles and all.”

Logan
set his glass on the table. He cupped her face in his hand, his fingers
caressing her cheek before trailing down her neck. They lingered at the
neckline of her blouse for a moment, and then the first button on her blouse
opened.

Melody’s
giggles subsided, the giddy sensation in the pit of her stomach now accompanied
by the familiar warmth that Logan’s touch started inside her. She bit her lip
as Logan slowly undid the next few buttons. With gentle fingers he pulled the
fabric aside, the tops of her breasts now visible.

“Aye,
it’s very good to have you like this.” His voice was husky. He took a
strawberry, dipping it in his champagne glass. Melody leaned forward expectantly,
but he held the berry out of her reach. She watched, lips parted, as he ran the
dripping fruit between her breasts, leaving a cool trail of champagne on her
skin.

 Logan
bent his head, his lips warm, as he kissed the top of one breast before repeating
the path he’d followed that morning, tracing the curve of her with his tongue,
dipping between them. He paused, licking the trail of champagne from her skin.

“Just
like I remembered.” His eyes met hers and the emotions she saw…love, lust, and
arousal made Melody gasp.

“Logan…”

“Shhh…there’s
nothing that needs saying right now.”

Leaning
forward, she caught his lips in a kiss, a kiss that tasted of champagne and
strawberries and passion. The kiss deepened, his tongue claiming her mouth
again, his hand sliding up to cup one breast.

Logan
shifted beneath her and she was aware of his erection pressing against her hip.
She wiggled on his lap and Logan moaned against her mouth in response. The heat
that had started in her belly at the touch of his lips blossomed, spreading
upward, and down between her legs. The sudden jolt of pleasure had her
practically whimpering, Logan’s lips and tongue doing wonderful things to her,
her body coming alive beneath his hands and mouth.

They
were locked in this embrace, Logan’s fingers slowly moving over her skin,
leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. Somewhere along the way he’d undone the
rest of the buttons on her blouse and his hands moved along her sides and then
slipped up her back. There was a brief hesitation and she felt the clasp on her
bra open.

She
broke away from his kiss as Logan carefully slid the blouse and bra off of her
arms, dropping them to the floor. His eyes traveled over her body, and she
melted under his gaze.

“It’s
like the first time, every time I see you like this.” His voice was low and his
eyes met hers. “You take my breath away, Melody. Every time.”

She
ran her hands gently through his hair, caressing his face with her fingers.
“And you take my breath away too, Logan. Every time…all the time.”

Melody
slid off Logan’s lap, unzipping her skirt, letting it slid down her hips and
then stepping out of it. She was left in just her panties and heels. Logan’s
eyes never left her body as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband,
sliding the satin down her legs.

Leaning
forward, she placed her hands on his knees, running her hands up the insides of
his thighs. He spread his legs and she leaned forward, her lips brushing
against his, teasing him, her tongue flicking out over his lower lip.

His
hands were moving restlessly over her, sliding up from her hips, along her
torso, cupping her breasts.

“Melody…”
The wanting was evident in his voice, making her weak in the knees, her heart
fluttering in her chest.

“Shhh….there’s
nothing that needs saying right now.” She bit her lip, running her hands down
his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, over the bulge at the apex of
his thighs. Logan groaned, his hips flexing forward as her touch grew more
intense, her hands molding to him over the thin material of the sweatpants.

“God,
woman. You’re driving me mad.” Logan’s words were a low growl.

She
looked up at him from beneath her lashes, a smile curving the corners of her
mouth. “That’s my intent.”

“I
see that.” He raised an eyebrow, his smile matching hers. “You’re doing a very good
job.”

Still
smiling, Melody reached for the waistband of Logan’s sweats, slowly sliding her
fingers beneath the elastic, brushing her fingers against him, feeling the heat
and hardness of his erection, his gasp and moan sending a wave of arousal
through her body. Logan raised his hips and she slid the pants down his legs,
leaving him naked in the chair.