I was only there to protect you. You looked so innocent sitting there by yourself. What could a gentleman like me do? Leave you as an easy game for the others."
"Mister, I had friends there so there was no need for your protection. And for your information, I am well over the young and innocent age," Evonne explained. "Still claiming to be thirty, sweetheart? You don't look anything over twenty to me."
"You think I'm lying?" Evonne asked in disbelief. "I'm just stating what I see," Logan said, eyeing her body.
"Fine. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you." Evonne rummaged through her bag, searching for her wallet. She needed to clean out her bag someday. It was seriously a dangerous place to poke her hand into.
One time Rina emerged with a bleeding finger when the needle of her name badge stabbed her. Logan stood resting against the women's entryway, eyeing the girl in front of him, his gaze running up and down her body.
Thank Lord she was busy rifling through her bag because the hungry look pasted on his face right now would scare her if she saw him. No matter how much she insisted she was thirty, Logan would never believe it.
She had the body of a woman under twenty, properly a virgin, since she was blushing the whole time they had their little bickering session, which he thoroughly enjoyed and found endearing.
Today she wore a nice pink sweater and black skinny jeans, with medium-length heels. Still, at that height, her head just managed to reach past his shoulder.
Logan had a thing for pink, especially on women; it just made them look super hot. He wouldn't mind sharing a bed with her at all. Just then her eyes met his and man, was that a punch to the stomach.
He just couldn't seem to get enough of those eyes. Then that face was replaced by an ID card shoved right in his line of sight. It took him a moment to adjust to the closeness of the picture, but once he took hold of it and moved it away to a good distance so he could focus on the picture, it became clear.
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw her date of birth printed on her driver's license. "Shit! You are thirty!" he spat out.
Logan couldn't believe this beautiful woman who looked way younger than him was thirty. "I told you I didn't lie." Evonne smiled at her small victory.
"Lord, you're so old," Logan said when an idea popped into his head. Evonne's smile dropped. "What does that mean?" she asked, not so sure of her triumph.
Here she thought that by proving to Logan her true age, he would respect her a bit, not remind her again that she was old. Why did she show the man her driver's license? Because he was riling her up too much; that's why.
"That you're old now," Logan stated, suppressing the urge to snicker at the whole situation. How he couldn't wait to tease her now, but still, he couldn't believe how this woman could appear this young when she just hit thirty. He had never dated a woman in her thirties before.
If he decided to go for her, would that make him her boy toy? The thought sounded a little tempting. "But you said I looked young and innocent just a moment ago. Like a twenty-year-old woman.
Now I look thirty? How can I have aged so fast in just a few minutes?" Evonne asked for clarification.
"Woman, do Apples look old to you?" Logan explained, using the only analogy he could think of. Time to have some fun with her now, he thought. "What are you on about? I don't understand."