Free Playing with Temptation by Erika Wilde Page A

the refrigerator and passed him a chilled bottle of water, then retrieved the unopened Moscato she’d bought a few weeks ago and a crystal wineglass from the cupboard.
    As she extracted the cork and poured herself a generous portion of the sweet white wine, he made a call on his cell phone. Glass in hand, she walked over to the sliding glass door in her small dining area and pulled it open, allowing a cool evening breeze to sweep through the place and flutter gently against the skirt of her dress. Being on the second level of the complex, she had a lovely balcony and was able to see the ocean in the distance, even though she lived a few blocks away from the beach. The beautiful, peaceful view was one of the things she loved the most about her apartment.
    She drank her wine while she listened to Logan’s deep voice as he talked. Judging by the conversation, Raina assumed it was Dean or Mac on the other end of the line as he gave them a brief rundown of the day, then told them to call the apartment manager to review the building’s security feed.
    He answered with a few yeses and okays and finally disconnected the call. Slipping the phone into his jeans’ front pocket, he joined her by the open slider. He cracked open his bottle of water, guzzled down half of it, then glanced at her to share the details.
    “Mac spoke with the manager at The Players Club, and the last complaint they received about a member was three months ago,” Logan told her. “Apparently, the guy had a problem stopping when his partner used the club’s safe word, and after two written warnings, the third time he was banned from the club and hasn’t been back inside since. So, whoever approached you last night, it was someone different.”
    She exhaled a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, even though that didn’t give them much to go on, when she’d been hoping for some kind of lead.
    He must have heard the disappointment in her voice, because he was quick to reassure her. “Mac wants to review the security feed around this building for last night and this morning to see if he can get a glimpse of the person who put the cuffs on your door. That might take a few days, so in the meantime, it looks like you’re stuck with me for a while.”
    He winked at her, his light and playful demeanor chasing away some of the tension inside of her. Logan and the wine made for a great, relaxing combination. “My girlfriends will be thrilled,” she teased him right back. “You’re nice eye candy to have around.”
    He chuckled, then moved so that he was standing right in front of her, tall, imposing, and sexy as hell. She wasn’t a petite woman by any stretch of the imagination, yet his height, the width of his broad shoulders, and his presence in general dwarfed even her. He tipped his head to the side, his eyes suddenly serious and very hot. The blast of heat—in his gaze and radiating off his body—was seductive and mesmerizing, as were his words when he murmured, “How do you feel about having me around?”
    There was no denying the sudden shift between them, from discussing business one minute to him turning her comment into something far more personal and intimate the next. A wild, heated thrill flared through her, and she could feel her own traitorous body sway toward his, felt her nipples harden and her sex pulse in answer to his question.
    “We’re not talking about you just being my bodyguard, are we?” she asked, unable to disguise the breathless quality of her voice.
    He shook his head slowly. “No, we’re not.” His voice was low and soft, like the finest of silk rubbing against her skin.
    Anticipation simmered deep inside of her. Absently, she licked her bottom lip, and his jaw clenched as he watched the slow swipe of her tongue. Now that all aspects of business were taken care of, that professionalism and decorum he’d exuded all day long were gone, replaced by that tempting, irresistible man she’d met at the club last night, and