Delectable Temptations

“But she can’t just be naked all the time. You wouldn’t want her walking around naked to where many people will see it. Just because that’s what you do, doesn’t mean it’s what she should do. At least she should know not to strip her clothing when we are in public, agreed?” The brunette raised her eyebrows up at him, rolling her eyes. “There’s confidence and over confident. You’re overconfident. More like cocky. I’ve never met anyone as cocky as you.”

“Well, I suppose not everyone can be an entertainer, poor jester,” she pouted at him, mouthing thanks as she stepped inside. Eyes made a quick scan around the place, as she hadn’t been to his bachelor pad before, actually liking what he’d done with the interior. Her attention was brought back to the child when she felt the weight of the gift bag leave her hands, and sounds of an overly excited girl who was flinging tissue paper around caught her ears. Inside the bag was a fairy Build a Bear as well as a homemade card that explained in a way the child would understand, that she booked for her to have her very own princess makeover at Bibbidi Bobbidy Boutique in Disney Springs. Watching the child’s reactions made all of her efforts worth it. Feeling the slight brush of the other against her back, without even thinking about it, she lent against him, her head turning up so her eyes could meet his. “I hope it isn’t too much. I just felt horrible that I wasn’t here to help celebrate how special she really is.”

With time, Theresa learned to expect the unexpected when it came to Logan, so it didn’t phase her much when the door was opened and there was Logan, playing up his role that was getting the child to double over in laughter. It really was a heartwarming thing to witness - the man bonding with his child and allowing her of all people to not only witness it, but engage in it as well. “Ah, see that was the plan, but I see the jester has already arrived and beat me to the task of getting the first laugh out of Princess Noami. Whatever will I do?” she answered in an obvious fake southern accent as if she was a damsel in distress. Looking over at the child, she held the gift bag with the tips of her fingers. “Surely I hope the queen doesn’t say off with my head, before I’m able to give this super awesome gift to the princess!” she stated, using the gift in hand as a persuasive tool.

“I do, but I also want her to know she should respect her body. I may be an activist, but I also am religious and would like her to respect herself,” Bethany looked over at him as she gave a shrug. Rolling her eyes at him, the brunette furrowed her brows, still not fully used of the confidence the man has. “I’m not admitting anything. There was alcohol and an Australian accent. That was enough for me to be seduced. You are so damn cocky. I really hope she doesn’t get that. Lord, I wouldn’t know what to do,” she shook her head as she took a sip of the water she had in hand.

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Although they’d most likely hate to admit it out loud, Logan and Reese had been in contact a lot more frequently than they were when they first met. Sure it wasn’t to the point of obnoxious good morning texts at the crack of dawn, but they did talk on a regular basis. So it was no surprise that the two of them shared a conversation or two while she was away at her conference. Learning that it was Naomi’s birthday, and feeling horrible that she wasn’t there to celebrate the tiny tot, Theresa made it a point to bring something home for her as a belated birthday gift. After getting confirmation that Naomi was there with Logan at his place, she made her way over, gift bag in one hand, and ratted the knuckles of her other hand against the door, waiting for it to be answered.

“That’s a great thing to teach her, Logan. That’s just what she needs to hear,” she rolled her eyes at him as she followed the father and daughter, giving a smile when Naomi touched the water to play. Listening to him speak, she shook her head, looking over at him  “I doubt you used that seduction for me because I don’t think any dancing would have done that. Actually, I don’t even know how you seduced me, so we won’t even talk about that,” she spoke softly, watching the child. “Really just thought it was your accent.”

Rolling her eyes with a smile, the brunette nodded her head in thought for a moment. “From what I remember they are very extreme. You go all out. She deserves it. She was very excited to put her little swimsuit on that she ran around naked until I was done getting ready holding it in her hands. As cute as it was, it was also something I need to work on. Being naked is not a good thing,” she let out a laugh as she paused for a moment. “Well, it can be, but you know what I mean. She can’t do that.” Beth smiled as she watched him with her, taking a drink from the waiters walking around. “You dancing? I almost want to see it,” the brunette gave a small smirk as Naomi pointed to the pool. 

“I mean, it pretty much looks like that,” she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. She resisted snorting narrowly, clenching her jaw. She was unimpressed, and him telling her to not get so defensive wasn’t helping. Her home had been demolished, she could get as defensive as she damn well wanted. “Remove the stick?” she said with a sudden, startled laugh, “There’s no stick to begin with. I just don’t appreciate being accused of ripping people off during a literally tragedy.” Sure, people liked to laugh in times of strife, but Katie figured it helped if the jokes were actually funny and not blatantly offensive. Letting loose a slow, deep breath, Katie swallowed her pride. This wasn’t about her and her feelings. “That…would be really great if you don’t mind. I’ll be here for a while, I sent out a couple tweets that might have more people coming by to donate. Clothes and food are a big one. I helped with Harvey and Ivan relief efforts, so it’s…I know generally what goes quick. Thank you.” She was still feeling defensive, but this wasn’t about her, and if this guy wanted to help out, she didn’t care what he said to her.

“Ah, perfecto, you’re the best.” Jo grinned, fishing her phone from her clutch. It felt just a bit weird as Logan slid his arm around her shoulders, not because it was too much or anything alike, it just felt that way to her, she was able to shook the feeling pretty quickly, though. “No, wait, the light’s not right.” She said before she even set the camera. “Let’s turn around.” With his arm still on her shoulders, Josephine spun around until she found the perfect place. “Here it is.” Finally lifting the phone with the camera app opened, it didn’t take her a second to find the right angle and snap a couple of photos. “They’re great. Video now?” She looked up at him, not sure if he’d still be up for it or if he was needed somewhere else, that thought made her wonder why the man was spending so much time with only her.

Considering the circumstances, Beth couldn’t deny that she was shocked when Logan decided to throw the toddler a birthday party for her second birthday. It was definitely a day that the brunette wasn’t ready for, her remembering how small Naomi was. It made her happy that Logan and Naomi were connecting better than she was expecting, so when he spoke of a party, she knew he would make it perfect for his little girl. Putting on her little swimsuit and skirt, Beth put the toddler’s hair in little pigtails, kissing her on the cheek as she hugged the little girl tight. “Ready to go see daddy?” Beth scooped her up as they started the walk to Logan’s restaurant. Slowly opening the door and setting Naomi down, she couldn’t help but smile as they shouted happy birthday, watching Naomi run to Logan. “Daddy!” Beth slowly walked behind her, smiling as she looked up at Logan. “This is amazing. Thanks for doing this for her.”

The accent gave him away, so Katie didn’t think it was too odd that he didn’t know where the Panhandle was. “Ah, you know, Florida’s shaped sorta weird? We’re in the largest part of the state, but the Panhandle is that small area bordering Alabama and a bit of Georgia up at the top of the state.” It wasn’t necessarily the best explanation, but it was the only one Katie knew how to give. Annoyance hit her then, and her smile faded as she clenched her jaw. “No,” she said, tone shorter than normal. “I grew up in the Florida Panhandle and Hurricane Michael just devastated it. I’m not swindling people. I’m trying to accept charity so I can help other people who just lost quite literally everything.” Mexico Beach had about three houses still standing, and Panama City, which was was more familiar with, wasn’t much better. “I’ve bought a lot of stuff myself, and I’m going to donate to the Disaster Relief funds but…they’re going to need hands down there so I figured I’d…” She gestured behind her at the half full Jeep, “Do what I could.”

It was short notice, but the day of Naomi’s birthday had arrived and the man had whipped up a decently made party. It was a specialty, after all and what better time to utilize those skills than for his kid’s birthday? The weather might’ve been acting shitty but inside his establishment, he’d decorated to fit all the themes of a beach. Fake palm trees, inflatable sand boxes and kiddy pools alike were around with beach toys as well for his girl and her friends (and whichever adults wished) to play with. The food was also top notch, which was no surprise. Even if he had just made hot dogs and a couple various pizza’s, it was all to meticulous perfection. A pineapple mango fruit punch made special as well along with some pops and water, of course. Music to display oceanic themes were coming from the speakers. The Little Mermaid soundtrack to be exact, and a couple of his trusted staff was kept on to make sure everyone would be tended to thusly, while the party favors and cake was stored in the back. An hour before the party and the guests trickled in with the main star coming last, causing everyone to shout out (Logan loudest of all) “Happy birthday!” to the adorable child.

Michael had devastated the gulf coast. She was thankful her hometown had been mostly spared, but considering how poor the area she’d grown up in was, she wouldn’t feel comfortable until she went and checked herself. Still though, Panama City wasn’t that far away, and Katie had spent a lot of time there throughout her life, especially in college. It was still home to her, and she was really going to try to head out to Mexico City as well, time and supplies allowing. This was her state, this was her home, and as much as Harvey had hurt Houston, Katie felt Michael’s devastation was so much more personal. Grunting, she loaded another case of bottled water into her car, giving a tired smile to the people who had answered her call to action on Twitter. Taking a moment to breath, Katie leaned against her popped trunk, the borrowed jeep being ideal where she was going. Her own car wouldn’t have been good against the still prominent flooding in the areas. Noticing someone giving the packed car a look, Katie grinned, shaking her head. “Looks like I’m a doomsday expert or something, but I’m just loading up Relief supplies for the Panhandle. Driving up there probably tomorrow. I won’t say no to some donations if you’re feeling charitable.”

Chuckling, Josephine nodded her head. “We did, yes, and you were quite impressive kicking ass. Totally deserved to win.” She smiled. “She’s nine and God, she’d be thrilled if I brought her, and I mean, it’s really nice of you, Mr. Wolf but I’m sure you must be busy, working here and then with all your plans for a new bar. “However, I’d really appreciate it if you could take a picture with me? She’d love it. Or if it’s not too much asking, a short video repeating what you said? ” Giving him her best smile, Jo hoped he accepted —mosly because it was something it would make her daughter happy but also because she wanted to have a picture with him—,  the man certainly seemed like the kind who wasn’t shy in front of cameras.