The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. It was a text from Natalie.

“Still on for tonight?” She asked.

“Yes, I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 8.” He wrote back.

“I’ll see you there. I’ll be the sexy one wearing these. ;) Natalie wrote, then sent a picture of her bare legs posed up against a wall with only her new Madeline pumps on. Logan imagined that even though he couldn’t see it, that’s probably all she was wearing. He blushed and quickly closed the image.

“Can’t wait,” was all he could muster to send back. Natalie was gorgeous, but her timing with sending that image, right after the way Hazel had made him feel, just left him feeling torn and confused.

At 5 til 8:00, Natalie walked through the doors of Petite Francais. Logan, like everyone else that sat or stood waiting in the lobby, could not take his eyes off her. She was in fact wearing those pumps and little else. She had paired them with a short, skin–tight, sleeveless black dress. She waved at Logan when she spotted him.

“Wow,” he said when she approached him. “You look incredible.”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Mm, so do you,” she said with a wink. She looked down at Logan’s hand, which was holding a black gift bag. “Is that for me?” She asked as a grin spread across her face.

“Maybe,” Logan winked at her.

He handed her the bag. She excitedly moved the tissue paper to the side and pulled out a shoebox. She let out a little squeal as she opened the box, but her face dropped as soon as she saw what was inside.

Logan frowned. “What’s wrong? Are they the wrong size?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. They’re great, it’s just….” she thought for a moment. “I can’t believe someone sold these to you. They are so last season. Anyone caught wearing these would be a laughingstock.” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Oh,” Logan said. “I’m sorry, I’ll take them back.”

“There is a new line of Madeline pumps that was just released,” she said, smiling again. “They would go great with a new diamond tennis bracelet.”

Logan gave her a half–hearted smile. He tried telling himself that she was an actress, and being up–to- date on the latest trends would probably be good for her image. That was probably her reasoning, but he couldn’t shake the ick that this conversation had given him.

“Hatfield, party of two?” The hostess called out.

Logan placed his hand on the small of Natalie’s back and they followed the hostess to their table. She handed thern menus and went back to the hostess stand.

So,” Natalie said. “Tell me about work. How was your day?”

Logan was a little taken aback. She had never asked him about his work before. Or really, much of

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anything about himself. “It was good, I worked some things out with my secretary. We had at misunderstanding that finally got cleared up.”

“I see,” Natalie stiffened. “This secretary…is it a woman?”

“She is ”

“She is,” he said. “Why do you ask?”

Natalie set the menu down. “It’s just, you know the old trope, the boss messing around with his secretary How can I know that won’t happen with you?”

The hug from earlier in the day flashed in Logan’s mind. “Honey, I chose this secretary because of her professionalism. She keeps things strictly business,” he said. He had believed that at one point, anyway. Natalie shook her head. “I don’t trust her. I know how women are. I’ve seen the way everyone looks at you. Trust me. Even the most professional woman would have their way with you given the chance.”

That hug….

Logan shook it from his mind. “I promise, my love, you have nothing to worry about.”