►Chapter Six◄

"I thought I was dropping you off, or have we decided to do a stakeout to bust an alleged heroin dealer instead?" Logan leaned into the steering wheel and peered through the passenger window.

"This is where Paris lives." I tried to stifled a laugh seeing how serious and concerned he looked, examining Paris' apartment and the neighborhood. Poor, little rich boy. This must be hell for him compared to the luxurious penthouse he lived in.

His brows knitted together as his eyes darted to the windshield. I followed his gaze and saw a suspicious looking shadow sitting by the curb, a few feet away from where Logan's Porsche was parked.

"I thought you said she's a doctor?" Logan asked, his jaws tightening. I could see the 'fight or flight' response being elicited in his brain.

"She's finishing up her residency." I said as the man on the curb looked up, directly at us. Quickly, I looked away and focused on Logan's profile. His tense features were perfectly sculpted under the moonlight.

"Still, if she can afford Med school, surely she can afford something better than this." He gestured at the building's aged, brick walls.

"Well, she's always believed in finding the best bargains when it comes to living quarters. This place's a lot better than the ones we stayed in at Yale."

His brow shot up. "I somehow find that hard to believe."

"I'm serious." I chuckled, pointing to the entrance where the lights were flickering. "It even has an intercom by the front door. Top security, I tell ya."

He scoffed, his brows nearly stitched together. "All right, then. Want me to walk you to the door?"

"It's like three feet away." An automatic protest came out my mouth, though I was pleasantly surprised by his considerate side.

"But, so is that guy." He nodded towards the shadow.

Laughing, I reached for the handle on the passenger door. His protectiveness was unexpected and, I'll admit, adorable. "Fine, I'll message you right when I get inside. How about that?"

The truth was, I didn't want Logan to come to the door because I had to buzz Paris. Knowing her, she was probably going to interrogate me with inappropriate questions right over the intercom.

"I'll be waiting." He said as I got out of the car. I could hear the smirk in his tone. Boy, was I getting to know this guy well.

Standing on the sidewalk, I waved at Logan. He gave me a nod with a grin in response, before his eyes darted to the guy on the curb once more.

Smiling to myself, I made my way to the building's entrance. The night air was chilly, prickling my exposed skin above my thick scarf. At the door, I pressed the number 311 for Paris' unit and heard the rings come through, loud in the quiet air. As I waited, I watched my breaths leave my mouth in halos of white, before disappearing into the dark.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My thoughts drifted to Logan and his concern back at the car. Biting down on my lip, I tried hard to keep from smiling like a lunatic. Though he drove me up the wall at times, there was also this side to him that pulled at my heart. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get to know him better as friends. He would make a damn hot friend.

"Hello?" Paris' loud voice made me jump out of my reverie.

"Paris, it's me, Rory. Open up."

"Who?"

With my hands in my jacket pockets, I leaned my mouth into the speaker. "Rory."

"Oh, Rory..."

I rolled my eyes at her response. What was she playing at now? "Yes, dear Paris. It's minus a thousand degrees, and I would like to go inside before I lose my toes."

"It's only eight. You can't come in."

"What?" I put my ear to the speaker, hoping I heard her wrong.

"You're spending the night at his place. Besides, Doyle and I have plans."

My head bounced back at the volume. I protested. "Paris!"

"Opportunities don't just appear out of thin air, Rory. You need to take this chance to sleep with the millionaire and win his heart."

"He's not a millionaire." I groaned, turning briefly to look at the street. I froze at the silver Porsche still parked by the sidewalk. Oh god, he's still here?!

Hastily turning back to the intercom, I begged. "Paris, just let me in."

The sound of a car window rolling down made me turn back to Logan. I saw him behind the wheel, calling out. "Everything okay?"

I answered with a forced smile. "Yeah, brilliant." Then, I spun around to face the intercom again, growing anxious.

"Oh! Was that him?"

"Let me in, Paris."

"Great start, Rory."

"I'm serious."

"Now, go get him."

"No, Paris. You let me in this instant." Losing my patience, I tried at a firm tone.

Completely ignoring me, she continued. "But, don't forget protection until he's gotten checked. Who knows how many STDs he carries. I put five condoms in your purse earlier. You do use our bathroom after all."

"Oh god." I groaned. "You don't get STDs from the bathroom." Of all the things wrong with her sentence, I chose that part to focus on. I was clearly losing my mind.

"Don't even start. That's a huge debate for another day. Oh-" Some shuffling noises came from her end. "Doyle's getting naked now and he needs my help. If you know what I mean."

"Ew."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rory."

"What?!"

A click came through and, then, there was silence.

"Paris?" My fingers shook as I dialed 311 again. This time, it rang once before it disconnected.

Oh my god. With my palm pressed against the wall, I slumped forward and drooped my head. Why must Paris be Paris?

"She must think a lot of me to put in five condoms." A husky voice from behind made me jerk around.

"Logan." I blinked, confirming that he was indeed there, wearing that smart-ass smirk. He was leaning against the cement pole with his hands in his pockets, a feet away. My face turned beet red when I realized he was real. "Oh gosh, how much did you hear?"

"Just me, or the whole neighborhood?" A flippant grin split his face.

"Ugh." My hand ran through my hair as I turned away.

I heard him walk over and felt his arm nudge my shoulder. "Come on, I guess you have no where else to go but my place."

With my eyes on the ground, I stumbled to follow him down the walkway. Staring at my brown, leather boots, I muttered. "I'm going to kill Paris."

A soft chuckle came from Logan. Then, he tsked. "You know, this is a really low trick to get into my pants."

Horrified, my head snapped up. Seeing him shake his head with a glint of amusement in his eyes and a huge smirk, I stopped in my track and growled. "I'm not trying to get into your pants!"

My voice echoed in the night air like a blaring siren. Out of my peripheral, I saw the guy on the curb turn to the sound. Glaring at Logan, I was too irate at him and Paris to care.

"Woah, you have a bad temper." He tilted his head with curled lips. "I'll add that to the reasons of why you're 30 and single."

"Ughh." To think I was starting to like this guy. "You're so annoying that I have no words."

"You're mature for your age." He chuckled.

"Oh no, wait." I raised a finger. "I've found some."

His eyebrows shot up. "Go on."

"Jerk, ass, arrogant, conceited, womanizing manwhore, buttfaced miscreant." When I was done, I took a deep breath.

"Buttfaced miscreant?" His face scrunched, looking offended and bemused.

"Why do you always assume everyone's attracted to you?" I demanded.

"I'm sorry, buttfaced miscreant?"

"Here I am, thinking maybe you're not so bad and maybe we could be friends like you suggested-"

"Do you even know what that means?"

"You're not taking me seriously." I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration.

"Would that mean my face looks like a butt, or maybe it means-"

"Never mind." I cut him off in his stupid mumbles. "We're done talking." I turned and stalked towards his car.

I heard him chuckle and catch up to me, almost crashing into me by the passenger door. "Here, let me get that for you." He threw me, what he probably thought was, his best smile as he opened the door. Damn him and those dimples.

Without a word, I got in and continued to stew.

Walking around the front of the car, Logan opened the door and got into the driver's seat. After he started the engine, he turned to me and smiled. "So, what do you wanna do tonight?"

Ignoring him, I examined the view through the side window.

He chuckled and the car started moving out into the street. Just when I thought he was going to leave me in peace, he said, clearly stifling a laugh.

"By the way, I always use a condom in all of my womanizing, manwhoring duties. But, I wouldn't protest to a checkup if you and your friend, Paris, vehemently insist."

My fists balled. Every cell in my body almost exploded with the expletives flying through my mind, but I used all my self-control to ignore him and continue watching the window.

I'll be thankful if I don't die of a heart attack, having to endure him for the whole night.


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