The woman completely ignored Selina, her breath warm and flirtatious. "Logan, darling, the night's long and lonely… don't you feel a little empty? How about we… connect a little?"
Selina's eyes narrowed slowly.
Something was off. This woman didn't seem like just a server delivering wine. Her presence, her confidence—it was giving "spoiled heiress" more than "waitstaff."
But the most important part? She was here, which meant she had some connection to Logan. And now she was draping herself all over him in plain sight...
"Logan, say something. I'm up for anything you want to play with, I—ah! Logan!"
Logan casually pushed her off without even looking at her. The woman stumbled, landing in an exaggerated pose, chest half exposed and lips bitten, giving Selina a perfect view of her intentions.
Selina was officially pissed.
Was this chick blind? Did she not see her sitting right here?
