The fake I.D he’d bought had, honest to God, been the best hundred and twenty bucks Logan had ever spent. He and a couple friends had bought them on a whim over the summer and by now, they all knew the right bars to use them in. Not that Logan himself ever had much trouble, looking the way he did. Tonight, he and his buddies were in one of the more upscale places, flirting with sorority girls from the college one town over, when he saw one of the last people he expected to see. She was at a table on the other side of the bar, laughing at something her friend was saying. And if he’d thought the snug sweaters she sometimes wore at school accentuated her body, he had not been at all prepared for the clingy little cocktail dress she was currently wearing. He actually found himself leaning back on his stool to get a better look. “Holy shit.” he muttered, eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of her long, bare legs. She definitely didn’t dress like that at school. Now, a few beers ago, he might have been a little smarter - might have realized that she could blow his cover, get him kicked out, and have his I.D confiscated - but that was all a few beers ago. Now he had just enough of a buzz going to pull himself to his feet and walk across the bar to the woman who occupied way more of his fantasies than even he was willing to admit. “Well, well, well,” he started with a leisurely grin, pulling a chair over to the end of her table and helping himself to a seat. “Fancy seeing you here, Miss Wilson.” Logan smirked in an undertone before letting his eyes roam over her. He checked her out at school daily, but it was never while he had this much alcohol in his system or when she looked this hot. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his gaze moved back up to meet hers. “Gotta say, I definitely do not hate this look at all.”
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