His Angel Eyes

Chapter Two - Spending time together

Skylar’s P.O.V

I hear Logan knock on my door and I felt nervous all of a sudden. I was still not too convinced that letting a stranger into my apartment was such a good idea. I resisted opening it for a moment then decided I can’t keep thinking the worse and answered the door. The air caught in my lungs at the sight of him, now in sweats, and he looked even more gorgeous. I swear I felt my cheeks flush and my mouth went dry at the view standing in front of me. I need to get a grip he is only a man, a charming man.

“Coffee.” He smiled, holding the mug out to me.

“Thank you. Before I let you in you you arent’ some serial killer or something are you?” I asked.

Like that would make any difference, I am sure if he were some crazy person, he wouldn’t admit to me.

“Yes, Angel eyes I am here to kill you.” He chuckled, “Though I am glad you are cautious, you need to be when you live alone, but I promise I am not a serial killer.” He added laughing.

I stepped aside, letting him in, trusting my gut. Yes, there was something about him, a darkness but not one that will make him hurt me, my stomach is a very trusted thing. He stepped in, and I closed the door behind him. I leant against it, taking a moment to calm my body, my hormones and my heart from thudding in my chest. I think it is evident that I am attracted to him; I am sure most females are.

“You alright?” He asked with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

He knows exactly what he was doing to me. I know that I am making it very obvious how attracted I am to him, no doubt about that.

“Hmm.” He said.

A silence filled the room for a moment before he spoke again.

“OK, then. I will get this bed blown up while you calm yourself down. You aren’t very good at hiding that you attracted to me, are you?” He said, smiling at me.

I cleared my throat, pulling myself away from the door.

“I don’t know what you mean. Can I help you with that?” I asked, completely changing the subject.

He chuckled before answering.

“No it is fine, I will manage, but nice try at changing the subject.” He laughed before turning away from me.

I knew my entire face and neck are probably bright red by now, glad he was not looking at me. I found myself checking out his ass, letting out a small whimper as I did. He has a nice ass, very firm and enough for me to grab in my hands, Oh God I need to get my mind out of the gutter.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked with his back still to me.

I ignored his comment heading into the kitchen to try hide but not doing a good job since it was an opened planned he could still see me. He soon put all his attention on getting the bed blown up for me.

“Thank you for this by the way,” I said.

“You are very welcome. What are neighbours for?” He said, looking up at me with a smile, “I love that accent of yours, there is something very sexy about it.” He added in a slight growl.

“Thanks.” I giggled.

I busied myself anyway I could to distract me from him, to let him get on with what he is doing. It never took him long to get the bed up for me. I was glad I never had to sleep on the actual floor now.

“All done.” He said, standing up, his beautiful smile on his very kissable looking lips.

“Thank you. I owe you and appreciate it.” I smiled shyly pushing my hair behind my ear.

“You are welcome. Have you ate?” He asked.

“Not since I left Scotland,” I said, my stomach now rumbling reminding me I need food.

“That isn’t good for you. Come on, let’s go grab some food.” He smiled.

“I am sure you have better things to do.” I laughed.

“I won’t take no for an answer, there is a place close by that sells amazing pizza, do you like pizza?” He asked.

What sort of question is that to ask someone? What weirdo doesn’t like pizza? If you don’t like pizza, then we can’t be friends, just how it goes.

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” I asked, shocked he would even need to ask.

He let out a loud laugh, a laugh that was like a symphony to my ears, tugging at my heartstrings slightly too.

“Come on then, let’s go eat.” He smiled.

I went to tell him no, the way he was looking at me, making me change my mind. How can I refuse that sweet face? I nodded, grabbing my things. I would get changed later, right now food is the most important thing. I was slightly nervous spending all this time alone with him in case I do something foolish or say something stupid.

“What brought you to New York?” He asked as we headed out the apartment complex.

“Writing. I want to be a writer, and I have always dreamt of doing it here. I have been saving my whole life with help from my parents too. I am not going to lie; it is pretty daunting coming alone and not knowing anyone. I hope it is worth it.” I smiled.

“I can maybe help you out with that? And you know me now.” He said, smiling.

“Help me out? Yes, at least I know one person.” I giggled.

“Believe it or not I own four publishing houses in N.Y.C. alone, a couple more over the U.S.” He smiled.

Surely that can’t be true? Is he messing with me? Cause who comes to N.Y.C. and meets a publisher on their first day? I looked at him, my face giving me away. He laughed, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone and wallet. He showed me a business card plus one of his websites, his face clearly on there. He was telling me the truth? That I did not see coming.

“You have not even read any of my stuff; I may not be the sort of writer you are looking for,” I said.

“Well you can show me some of your stuff then I can decide, only if you wanna? Do you have a job lined up?” He asked.

“Yes, working at a small publishing company, will pay enough for me to get by “I smiled.

“Why work with a small one when you can work with one of the biggest in N.Y.C.?” He smirked, “We will talk later, you can show me your things, and I will give you an interview, and if you are a match you can join my team. I am looking for a  new editor?” He smiled.

I went to protest because I am sure there are people in line in front of me that deserves that job.

“We will talk later.” He repeated more stern.

I nodded, deciding to let it be. I do have to admit it would be incredible. I have heard of the publishing houses he owns, just never thought he would be the type to own them. I would say for my first day in N.Y.C. it has gone well.