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hadn’t seen Magnus walk up. “What’s
going on?”
    Before I can answer, McKay turns
to Magnus and says, “She’s
not feeling well. You can take one look at her and tell.”
    Thank God he didn’t
give my “period” lie to Magnus. Magnus would demand an
inspection for proof because he’d be pissed I was messing up
his grand display of showmanship and superiority.
    Magnus’
gaze cuts to me, and in a tight voice that he tries to pass off as
concerning but doesn’t quite make it, he asks, “Auralie,
love… is that true?”
    I give a slight nod, trying to
look pathetically sick, but I know I come off as terrified of how
this situation has gotten out of control. When I risk a look up to
McKay, I see that muscle in his cheek jumping harder as he takes in
the fear in my eyes.
    With a surprising amount of
humility that I wouldn’t
have guessed this big, powerful man would possess, but with complete
manipulation that I admire, he turns to Magnus and says, “With
all due respect, sir… perhaps you should let her rest tonight.
She’s put on quite a show the last few nights, and you’ve
admirably whipped up everyone in here. It’s been a real treat
to watch for sure. And if she doesn’t make an appearance
tonight, it’s only going to increase every man’s appetite
for her.”
    Magnus looks at McKay. For
someone who regularly takes advantage of and manipulates people, he
still immediately buys into the flattery that McKay gives to him. His
chest puffs out a bit, and he says, “You
have an excellent point.”
    Jacob’s
hand falls away as he growls in frustration. McKay looks right at me,
but he says, “Jacob… why don’t you and Heather
head into the Orgy Room? I’m sure she’ll make things
better for you.”
    “Yeah, fine,” he
mutters, but as he reaches past me to grab Heather’s hand, who
looks just as happy to be going with Jacob as she was with
McKay—weird girl—he looks to Magnus and says, “I
want another crack at her though before you make the sale. I’m
going to make a serious bid you don’t want to miss.”
    Magnus smiles magnanimously and
says, ‘Of course,
Jacob.”
    Without another word, Jacob and
Heather head off down the hall. I’m
left alone with a man I despise and a man who I feel an intense
connection with even though we’ve hardly spoken at all.
    Magnus reaches a hand out and
asks, “And you are,
sir?”
    “Logan McKay,”
McKay—well, not McKay—says as he shakes Magnus’
hand. While his tone is warm and inviting to further conversation, I
can tell by the look in his eyes that he despises Magnus as much as I
do.
    Logan.
    I like that a lot.
    “And what exactly do you do
for a living?” Magnus inquires politely, although I think it’s
overly rude. He’s asking because he wants to know if Logan will
be a serious suitor for me. If he’s got the bank to make a good
bid on my poor, underused vagina.
    But I already know the answer to
this because while I know Logan is intense, sexy, deep, concerned,
protective, and commanding, I also know he’s
a simple man who lives a very simple existence outside of The Silo. I
can read it all over him loud and clear.
    “I’m a fishing
guide,” he says, confirming my instinct as he releases Magnus’
hand. “I guide fly-fishing trips, mostly on the Snake River,
but sometimes I’ll go over to the Yellowstone or Gros Ventre.”
    “Really?” Magnus says
with interest. “I’ve always wanted to try fly fishing. I
think I’d be very good at it.”
    I roll my eyes, seeing that Logan
notices as those gorgeous lips tip upward slightly as he looks back
to Magnus. “I’d
be happy to take you out any time you’d like.”
    “Let’s go tomorrow,”
he immediately demands.
    Weird how I can read so much from
Logan’s posture and
eyes. He clearly doesn’t want anything to do with Magnus. The
offer was just politeness with a suspicion Magnus was not the type of
guy who would really go fishing, but he still says, “We would
have to leave