Guess if he didn't speak a word about this episode, then no one would be the wiser. "Sure, Hyung," James said. "You said so yourself. You've got lots of work to do, so I'll sort it out for you, okay?" "Well, I suppose it wouldn't do any harm. Thanks. Please pass the message to Mr. Bloembergen, then."
Then the waiter left the note in James 's care. "No problem, Hyung," James said, smiling in triumph. "Mission one complete. Mission two is now underway." He then made his way to Logan, reading the note on his way.
Meet me in room 46 at Night Love Hotel in 10 minutes. Your Mysterious Lady,
Tiara.
"Tiara," James said once he finished reading the note. "Sorry, but you have to wait for another opportunity. Tonight, Mr. Bloembergen needs to donate sperm for someone in need." Then he scrunched up the note and shoved it into his jeans pocket and straightened his white pressed shirt and black bowtie that he borrowed from the boss of Torque, his friend's father.
Taking his plan into action, he strode as if he were one of the waiters towards the so-called Mr. Ulysses Bloembergen. "Sir," James said, bowing once he approached Logan. Should he bow? He never waited before so he didn't know. "That's me," Logan said, swinging around to face the waiter. After a few pints of Speight's, he was starting to feel fuzzy, but he maintained his alcohol toxicity well.
But the waiter looked exceptionally young tonight. "I was told by a lady to give you this," James said, handing his note to Logan. "A lady?" Logan perked up like a dying flower after it was watered. He unfolded the paper and started reading, a smile appearing on his face. Thank you, Lord. I thought you'd forgotten about me.
It must be that mysterious woman from before. Logan scrunched up the folded paper and shoved it into his pocket. When he remembered James 's presence, he looked up again, wondering why the kid didn't leave. At this point, James was rubbing his fingers and thumb together, a gesture that indicated a tip would be nice.
There was no way James was going without a tip. He needed something as an incentive for doing this for Evonne. "A tip?" Logan asked with one quirk of an eyebrow. This kid sure reminded him of himself at that age, always asking for handouts from his dad. "You read my mind, sir."
James smiled cheekily. He even speaks like me, Logan mused. "Sure, sure," Logan said, handing him a twenty since he felt quite generous tonight. "If you don't mind, sir," James spoke. "I was asked to escort you to her suite." "Really?" Logan asked in amazement.
"She's that eager?" "You could say that," James said, smiling, hiding his snarky smirk. "All right, then," Logan said, dusting himself off as he stood. "Never delay a lady if she requests you, I say. Lead the way, boy." "This way, sir," James said, leading him out of the bar and into the hotel next door.
"We're going into the Night Love Hotel?" Logan asked in interest. All the surprises were rallying him up, and he couldn't wait to just jump at her when he got in. His nerves were like a bowstring now. He never acted like this before. This surprised him. "Do you work in the bar?" Logan asked, trying to string together some sort of conversation, hoping to calm his nerves. "You sure look young." "I'm over eighteen," James lied, a little irritated.
"You're small." Logan further prodded the already bruised boy. James wanted to punch Logan at that moment. He was very sensitive about his height. He was sure his growth spurt hadn't been activated yet, but hopefully soon this bro wouldn't dwarf him anymore.
"All right, here we are," James said, stopping in front of a door. And to compensate for making him angry about his height, James shoved Logan into the room as his form of revenge.
Poor Logan was caught so unaware that he simply stumbled headfirst, unprepared into the darkness. Then James closed the door behind him and locked it from the outside.
"Job well done," James said, dusting his hands in victory. Then he texted his cousin. Hey, cuz. Cupid has brought you, Ulysses. Get that sperm.