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Logan felt like smacking himself upside the head. What the devil was he doing flirting with Weird Wendy? Was he really that bored? He had actually been on the verge of going in for the kiss!
Of course, if he had, then the chances were good that Wendy would have punched him right in the said kisser. His mouth quirked into a smile. Either way he needed a slap. Perhaps his sanity was going due to stress? But she’d been so feminine in those satin pyjamas, the way they skimmed her perfect little figure. She usually looked like some kind of Suicide Squad reject. But maybe she would fall for him and morph into a more girly-girl to please him. Hah! And maybe hell would freeze over!
He got undressed and went to brush his teeth, still thinking about Wendy.
He didn’t want her to change anyway. It was the fact that she was the opposite of what he liked that made their relationship so much more interesting. Being drawn to the enemy was kind of exciting, and his dislike of her made his strange attraction to her all the more stimulating.
He paused thoughtfully as he ran the water. Was he attracted to her?
“Nope, still not going there,” he said out loud to his refection in the bathroom mirror.
He climbed into bed, focussing his mind on the costume he was going to wear for the New Year’s Eve party their parents were throwing. His mother might be taking it easy, but she was still determined to celebrate New Year’s in style, and fancy dress was her favourite theme.
There might even be some Hollywood hotties at the party. Perhaps a starlet young enough to be a potential hook-up. But he usually avoided those kinds of girls. He’d met plenty of them visiting his father, though he’d always been too young himself to be of much interest. Maybe now he would be in with more of a chance?
No. He’d rather gouge his eyes out than date an actress. Give him a sweet make-up artist any day of the week; they were usually lovely and even-tempered, probably from all the flack they had to put up with. Though actually, he’d rather avoid girls from that world completely. He had absolutely no desire to get into the movie business in any capacity – he’d already seen enough of it to last a lifetime. He still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, but it wasn’t that. Of course, there was the small problem that he wasn’t that brilliant academically either. Or too lazy for it anyway. The only real things going for him were his looks and charm. Maybe acting was all he was fit for. He laughed to himself in the darkness at the irony.
He turned his thoughts back to his costume. He’d ordered a couple of choices. He could be Sherlock Holmes, with the deerstalker hat, Inverness cape and a pipe, or he could be Batman. He thought the Batman outfit was his favourite, but he didn’t like wearing a mask. Why have a pretty face if you were going to hide it? The trouble with both costumes was the heat. It might be the middle of winter, but his mother liked the house hot. Perhaps he should ditch both ideas and go for something much less stifling. Maybe Conan the Barbarian, clad in nothing but leather and furs. He could carry a kick-arse sword too.
Nah, he just didn’t have the muscles for it. Though the sword gave him an idea. He tried to visualise the knight on the cover of Wendy’s romance novel. It would be amusing to show up dressed as him, just to have some fun at her expense.
He reached out and plucked his tablet from the floor beside his bed as a fresh idea struck him. He knew exactly who he was going to the party as, just so long as he could get next-day delivery on the extra items he’d need.