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Chapter 193
Chapter 0193
The high society party was set for Saturday night, so Hazel arranged the appointments for her hair and makeup stylists for earlier in the afternoon, with Logan set to pick her up at 6pm sharp.
Now that she had her own apartment, she had everything done there.
The hair and makeup stylists worked in a blur, then a third stylist helped her into her dress. They helped me select the right pair of expensive shoes that they brought, that Logan must have already paid for. Then they accessorized with a pair of diamond drop earrings and a matching necklace that dipped down between my breasts teasingly.
*They left at 5. In their absence, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to sit and wrinkle my dress. I was
afraid to move too much, for fear of messing my hair or makeup.
What did other people do in this in–between? Or maybe hadn’t timed the appointments correctly?
Unsure, I stood in my kitchen, worriedly watching the clock until at last it struck 6, and a knock sounded on the door.
I rushed to answer it. There, Logan stood in an expensive, fitted tuxedo. His hair was slicked back, his chin freshly shaven. My mouth started watering, seeing him. He was always handsome, but right now, he looked like a present all wrapped up just for me.
Logan’s gaze dropped from my face down to my breasts, then to the rest of me.
“Hazel. God.”
“Good?” I asked. I held my arms out a little farther, to show off the dress. He’d seen it before at the store, but he’d been so distracted then, I doubted he’d even remembered it.
He wasn’t so distracted now. In fact, he was staring in earnest.
“Yeah…” He looked back up at my face, staring right into my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Hazel.”
1 flushed down to my collarbone and maybe beyond. All my life, Natalie had been the one to receive the complements. So beautiful and perfect. Poor Hazel, so dumpy and plain in comparison.
Maybe even Logan thought that once, when he’d been so blinded by Natalie that he couldn’t see beyond her.
Not anymore, though.
Right now, I was the only one he could see.
He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him, all without breaking his gaze from me.
I didn’t move from where I stood, letting him come closer. He stopped mere inches from me, not quite touching. My skin prickled, begging for the feel of his skin to mine. I licked my lips, asking for a kiss. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
He started to lean in, granting my wish.
“My makeup,” I whispered, remembering it at the last minute. My willpower was flimsy at best, when faced with his kiss. But those stylists had worked hard I didn’t want to trash their hard work, even if it was for one perfect kiss.
“I’ll be careful,” Logan said, and that was more than enough for me.
His lips pressed down onto mine, gently at first but with quickly growing insistence. I sighed against him, and he licked his tongue into my mouth.
His hands slid around my waist. Mine went to his shoulders. I started to clench my fingers, but he pulled away just to scold me, “No wrinkles now…”
He was teasing, but I took the warning seriously. We’d have a hell of a time explaining faults like that among these high society people who constantly seemed to be searching for any imperfection to mock and scom.
With them in mind, I eased back from Logan.
“I didn’t mean we had to stop,” he said, disappointment clear in the dip of his voice and the slump in his shoulders.
“Later,” I promised. “If things go well.”
That seemed to placate him. “Later, for sure.” He smiled at me. “Did I get some of your lipstick on me?”
I looked closely, but it didn’t seem so. For good measure, I lifted my hand and wiped at his bottom lip gently with my thumb. Before I pulled back, he kissed the pad of the digit.