Ulysses was the type to work at all hours around the clock. The only woman who would attract his old-fashioned cousin would be someone boring and old. " Ulysses, you bastard."
Logan couldn't help cursing his cousin under his breath. Now he was sitting here grinning like an idiot, with his facial muscles aching from all those fake laughs and smiles,
pretending to crack up at any lame joke those old croons came up with like he was having the time of his life when in fact he just wanted to kick the backsides of all of them to get the hell out of Torque so he could have some real fun with the ladies and maybe end this miserable day on a more pleasurable note.
After a grueling two hours of entertaining the old croons, though, they all managed to disappear, much to his relief, without a lot of fuss.
If they started moaning and groaning like fifty-two-year-old ladies who have gone through menopause, then he would surely kick their backsides for real. Finally, Logan sighed in relief as the last guest left the bar, feeling free for the first time since arriving in Queenstown. His eyes scanned his playground from where he stood on the VIP platform.
So many foreigners, he thought. What was he thinking anyway? Of course, Queenstown was the land of tourists, so all kinds of people would frequent here. From Asian to Caucasian and from African to American.
You name it, Queenstown would have it. A multicultural country, New Zealand. They even let Asians serve liquor now, he thought when he saw the Asian bartender tending drinks.
"A Speight's, mate," Logan barked when he got down to the lower floor where a majority of the people were. "And put it on the tab," he instructed. "Under who, sir?" the bartender asked. " Ulysses Bloembergen."
He was forced to play this role, so there was no way he was going to pay for all the liquor he consumed tonight. The least Ulysses could do was this. "Yes, sir," the bartender replied, then handed over a pint of Speight. After taking a gulp, he realized his foul mood wasn't going to get any better.
People were dancing and the music was melting in his eardrums. His blood was thick with the beat of the music, yet his body just wouldn't move. Instead, he just sat at the bar, sulking, drinking his beer, thinking about the night he met that Apple.
He wondered why he started thinking of her all of a sudden. Probably because the bar was playing J.Lo's "Papi," the same song playing on the night he met her.
Truth be told, they'd only met four times, so Logan shouldn't have any lingering feelings for her. All he knew was her name and her occupation. He took out her business card from his wallet and looked at her name again.
" Evonne Marina Willard, Periodontist, Happy Smile Dentistry." He read it, then glanced over at the picture he took of her on his iPhone. She looked ridiculously cute, despite being surprised. Her face looked like she had just sucked a lemon.
It was hilarious and it made him laugh aloud. His first real laugh since he'd gotten to Queenstown. Mmm, maybe he should pay her a visit at her clinic when he gets back to Auckland. Not that he had any dental or gum problems, though.
His teeth were in perfect health. He just wanted to ruffle her feathers again, he supposed. It was mighty fun teasing her. Is mighty fun teasing her? What the hell was he thinking? Logan shook his head. It didn't seem right to think about that Apple now. She was too old by his standards. He never dated older women.
He didn't like to be called a boy toy by anyone. After all, his reputation as the hottest bachelor and Lothario was very hard to maintain, so he wouldn't want to taint his reputation that easily by being seen out and about with her. All that thinking about Apple was making his throat parched, so he gestured for the bartender to come over.