Logan's POV

I had just got up and was about to get ready for my morning run with James, I had my sweats on and was on my way out when I saw two notes on the refrigerator door.

I walked over to the kitchen and picked up the notes and read the first one.

Sup Logan gonna hang out with James and Carlos for the day, don't up.-Carlos

I read the second one after that.

Sup babe :)

getting ready for the date, dress nice, underwear optional.

I laughed at his note because I could totally hear him saying that in my head, that and I was kinda blushing. This was gonna be my first date with a guy.

Sure when I was with Carlos we had alone time, but we couldn't afford to risk being caught by the press. Luckily we called Kelly and she gave us a long list of places where the cameras and camera phones (and just about everything paparazzi needs to have a believable story) are banned.

Why didn't she tell us about it when we were dating? I don't know.

I shrugged and went on my merry way.

This morning James was on time, but I also noticed that he wasn't sitting down. I guess someone had to bottom last night.

'What's up sore bottom?' I teased.

'Shut up.' James fired back while watching me start my stretching.

'I love the guy, he's great and all but he is the most brutal top I've ever seen.' James said.

'Have you tried talking to him?' I asked.

'No, I want to, but don't you think it would hurt his feelings if I were to say he's no good at topping?'

'How about you try to word it differently and tell him to be a little more gentle with you, you know because you're as fragile as glass.' I was still teasing.

'You know what, I don't think I miss living you so much.' James pouted as we started running.

We ran for about half an hour before we went our separate ways.

At the apartment I took a nice and long shower(not a cold one) and took a my time picking out my clothes. By took my time I mean I couldn't decide what the hell to wear.

Beck said dress nice, but what level of nice? Casual nice, fancy nice, ball room nice, or modern everyday nice?

I finally decide to go with casual nice and put on some black slacks and a dark gray long sleeve button up and some dress shoes. It looked good enough for a fancy restaurant, but still fashionable and comfortable enough for walking around.

Later on I got a text from Beck saying to meet him at the park, so I went there. What I saw took my breath away.

Beck was there in a white button up under a gray vest, black slacks and his own dress shoes. But what left me breathless was the bouquet of red roses and the two guys holding up the huge sign that said PROPERTY OF HORTENSE LOGAN MITCHELL with an arrow pointing down at Beck.

'What is all this?' I asked with a huge smile as I approached him.

'Well, I heard you have a tendency of getting lost so I wanted to make sure you found me. What better way than a large sign?' Beck smiled as he hugged me and handed me the roses.

Little arrows leading the way to you?' I suggested as I held his hand and we began walking.

'Too cliche, besides some rapist slash killer could have followed the arrows and then what would I do?' Beck said as we headed over to where his car was parked.

'Touche. So where are we going, somewhere from the list Kelly gave us right?' I asked as Beck opened my door for me.

'It's on the list, but I wont tell you where.' he said as he closed the door and went over to the other side of the car and got in.

'You sure know how to play that mystery card.' I commented.

'I know right. Just sit back and relax.' Beck instructed.

It wasn't too long a drive but it was pretty far from the palm woods, I didn't recognize the area at all. Finally we pulled into a restaurant parking lot.

Beck once again opened my door like the perfect gentleman. I read the sign and my eyes widened.

Dinner N Bed

'Um...' is all I could say as I looked between Beck and the sign.

'It's restaurant were instead of tables you can eat on a bed, like a real bed, with a head board, sheets and pillows. I saw on that list and wondered why they don't allow cameras and stuff, so I looked it up. Turns out it's for two main reasons, One the owner wants to make sure everyone is fully comfortable and some times people actually fall asleep and use the beds for things other than eating and the owner doesn't want that public.' Beck explained as we walked inside.

'Reservation under the name of Oliver.' Beck said to the guy at the podium.

We were showed to our seat in the hugest room I had ever been in. There had to be like forty beds with trash bins attached to the sides separated about ten feet apart on all sides so people could walk around. And it was so busy, like there were groups of people and couples on every bed we passed.

We finally sat on our bed, felt funny to say 'our' bed even in my head.

'Why is it so crowded?' I asked beck once the waiter had taken our orders.

'Are you kidding? A place with beds better than the ones at our place, with reasonable priced delicious food. Plus if you look around you will know doubt see some real life soft core porn. How did I get lucky enough to get a reservation is the real question.'

When he said that I couldn't help but be curious and look around and sure enough I saw two girls making out, at another bed I saw a group of what I thought were just friends taking turns making out with each other.

'And the best part is there is no anyone not here will ever hear about it.'

I started to think, If Beck decided to have his beastly way with me here no one would ever know.

With that thought in mind how am I gonna make it through this date?