Page 2 of When He Plays

He had enough drama to deal with on his own, thank you very much.

“Logan,” Morris snarled at him. “Are you here to flirt with your assistant or are you here to fight?”

Right. Case in point, he had to deal with this bullshit right in front of him.

Charlotte’s delicate brows rose. “I’m sorry.” She didn’t sound sorry. Not at all. She sounded mildly curious, and her long lashes had just fluttered as she blinked at him…blinked at him from behind the lenses of the sexiest damn glasses.

His PA wore a pair of glasses with black frames. They perched on her delicate little nose. She hadn’t worn the glasses when he’d first been introduced to her in London. But when she’d shown up in Vegas earlier that day…

She’d been wearing her buttoned-down blouse, the pencil skirt that fell to her knees. No-nonsense black heels. And the glasses.

Maybe Charlotte thought that the glasses gave her some sort of studious air. Made her look business-like.

Nope. They just make you look sexier, sweetheart.

They also made her eyes look somehow bigger. Deeper. And⁠—

Morris snapped his fingers.

Seriously, snapped his fingers. At Logan.

Oh, dumbass, I’ll be breaking those fingers. Because did it look like Logan was some dog?

“Over here,” Morris thundered. “I’m standing right here, waiting for your fool ass to make me some kind of real offer in order to buy the fighter’s freedom, and all you are doing is mooning over your PA. Fuck her after we are done. We have business to conduct.”

Again, Logan sighed. “Some people have no manners,” he lamented to Charlotte. “Just pure rudeness.”

She bit that delectable lower lip. “Uh, Logan…”

“So I’ll just have to teach those individuals how to behave. Don’t worry. It shouldn’t take too long.” His hands reached out. Curled around her shoulders. Brought her closer. Close enough that he could smell her heady scent. He breathed it in. Deep. “What is that scent?”

“It’s, um, called Passion and Candy.”

Utterly fascinating. “Tell. Me. More.” He forgot Morris, for the moment.

“It’s really just a mix of vanilla sugar and, I think…raspberries. Body lotion.” Breathless. “Logan, sir…”

Oh, that was fun.

“I think we should leave this location,” Charlotte finished in a rush.

“That is on the agenda.” Deliberately, Logan maneuvered her so that she stood behind him. Completely so. “After I finish my meeting.”

She grabbed the back of his shirt. “There are four of them.”

“I can count,” he murmured. He could. He had.

“You didn’t come in with backup!”

Morris swaggered closer. “Didn’t you hear the part where he was supposed to come alone, lady?” Morris pointed one fat finger toward the exit. “Send her back to the car. Hell, better yet, let one of my boys take her out.” A wide smile. “Don’t you worry, my guy will keep her nice and occupied.” Another snap of his fingers. “Raymond, go take this pretty thing outside, will you? Keep her occupied.”

Raymond—young, with a wide neck, fingers full of rings, and a piercing through his nose—immediately stalked forward. “My pleasure.” His head swiveled as he craned to look around Logan, and his lustful stare focused on Charlotte.

Don’t look at my PA that way.

Seriously, this crew needed instructions on manners. Fortunately, Logan was up for the challenge. His grandmother had always taught him how important it was to have manners in any situation.

He waited patiently and when Raymond attempted to walk around him in order to get at Charlotte, Logan ripped out the guy’s nose piercing.