"That you can't always wait for the right person for you. When the offer comes up, you have to grab it, because, Apple, your time is running out fast. Dare I say that your mechanics might not be functioning properly downstairs?" "Downstairs?" "Yes, downstairs."
Logan nodded, eyeing her pelvic area. When the meaning sank in, she slapped Logan's shoulder with her bag. "You bastard! Mother, Father, please forgive me for swearing, but you bastard, incompetent human beings.
How could you say this to a lady? Just how old are you? "Twenty-three." Logan laughed while being slapped around by Evonne, pretending to defend himself with his arms.
Oh Lord helps him, he enjoyed teasing and tormenting this woman. He hadn't had so much fun in ages. "Only twenty-three and you're saying things like that to your elders. Lord, if I were your mother I'd smack your bottom right now."
Those words coming out of Evonne's mouth suddenly made Logan hard. He stood still, staring at her.
Lord, he was turned on by this woman, who was a good seven years older than him. How was this possible? He'd never found older women attractive before. Yes, she was very attractive and did catch his eye in the beginning, but now knowing her age, he still felt this lustful effect from her.
Evonne, noticing Logan had gone quite still, stopped thrashing him and stood quietly staring at him with her big black pupils. Logan didn't like this.
He didn't like it one bit. He wasn't used to these feelings. He was used to chasing women and then throwing them away, never to have any deeper involvement with anyone. This was foreign territory. He wanted to hold her and smash his lips against hers right there and then, on the damn, tiny, suffocating footpath.
Feeling as if he were going to give in to this brewing temptation and with the hardness that was growing downstairs, he uttered a breathless, "I gotta go," and then dashed to his car.
Evonne continued to stand right there, silently watching Logan in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly run off and drove away like a criminal pursued by a cavalcade of police officers.
Only when Logan was out of her eyesight did her mind brings back the uncooked soup of thoughts.
Extracting her last bag of chocolate cookies, she nibbled away, walking aimlessly, unaware she had made her way to the colossal Bloembergen Hotel until she realized she'd finished the whole bag.
The Bloembergen Hotel boasted five-star accommodations, with head chefs flown from France and Italy. Not her type of food, but a five-star hotel sounded exciting enough when she heard she would be staying there for the conference in Queenstown.
Evonne walked through the double glass doors that opened into a cavernous foyer and reception area.
The Bloembergen color theme was red, gold, and white. According to fêng Shui, those were the perfect colors for success. Feeling her surroundings had changed, she was now somewhat quite relaxed and not so agitated.
As Evonne made a turn to walk to the reception area, she slammed into a hard chest. Running her eyes upwards, she saw the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on, excluding the Lothario, of course. Criteria number one: hot.
Check. She almost fell, but he held her in place before she toppled over backward. Criteria number two: a gentleman. Check. "Are you all right?" the gentleman asked her. Evonne nodded her head.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Criteria number three: sincere. Check. "Are you one of the guests here? I can escort you to your room." the gentleman asked. Evonne looked at the stranger in awe.
"No, I'm not a guest here. I'm here for an appointment. My name is Evonne Marina Willard, the periodontist who is to speak at the Dental Hygiene Conference in Queenstown."
"Miss Willard," the gentleman said. "Thank you for coming all the way here. You are one of our special guests. My name is Ulysses Bloembergen. I believe one of our representatives is expecting you."
" Ulysses Bloembergen," Evonne repeated. "Like the name of this hotel?" "Yes. I am the CEO. My uncle owns the hotel, though. I am his nephew. Perhaps you have heard of him, Liam Bloembergen, born in America."
Ulysses Bloembergen, nephew of Liam Bloembergen, who owned a massive chain of hotels all over the world.
Ulysses Bloembergen, CEO of this hotel. Reputation. Check. Smart. Check. Rich. Check. What more could she say? She had finally found the perfect sperm donor.