The Billionaires's Temptation (Book 1)

19. Ninja skills

Olivia

The tension between Logan and me was palpable as we sat at the breakfast table. Each passing glance between us only intensified the nervousness that coursed through my veins. I tried my best to focus on my food, but my appetite seemed to have vanished, replaced by a swirl of emotions and unanswered questions.

I couldn't help but wonder what Logan was thinking, what he felt about our unexpected closeness last night. Did he regret it? Was he as affected by it as I was? The weight of uncertainty sat heavily on my shoulders, making it difficult to carry on with our usual morning routine.

Logan, too, appeared to be lost in his own thoughts. His eyes would occasionally meet mine, and for a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of longing and hesitation in his gaze. It was as if he wanted to say something, but the words remained trapped within him, concealed behind a mask of composure.

I was lost in my thoughts while the family converse. I didn't expect me to involve me in their affairs. After breakfast, Amelia announced the next task. "Okay, everyone let's head out"

I couldn't help but furrow my brow in confusion. "Head out where?"

"I guess you have not been notified yet. It's the weekend. Sanitation day. We all tidy up the house" Liam answered me who has never uttered a word before  during lunch or dinner.

I blinked in surprise, realization dawning upon me. Sanitation day. It is another tradition of theirs?

"Sanitation day? I haven't been informed about it" I emphasized my eyes going to Amelia.

"Liam just did. It's a way for us to bond and keep our home clean and organized." Amelia explained.

As we gathered cleaning supplies and divided the tasks, I found myself paired with Logan. It was an unexpected twist. We entered one of the rooms together, armed with dusters and cleaning solutions. There was an uncomfortable silence between us, the sound of our movements filling the air as we began our tasks.

A small gasp escaped my lips as our heads collided, and a rush of warmth flooded my cheeks. We both took a step back, rubbing our foreheads in unison.

"Ouch," I murmured, trying to suppress a giggle. "Sorry about that."

Logan chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "No need to apologize. Looks like we both underestimated the size of this room."

I couldn't help but smile at his lighthearted response. The tension that had been lingering between us dissipated, replaced by a shared moment of laughter. It was a small mishap, but it brought us closer, breaking down the walls of formality that had surrounded us.

As we continued our cleaning, our movements became more synchronized, our conversation flowing freely. We shared stories and anecdotes, finding common ground and discovering shared interests. The awkwardness of our initial silence transformed into a comfortable camaraderie.

With each passing moment, I found myself appreciating the genuine and caring side of Logan. He had a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel enjoyable. The way he carefully dusted the shelves or meticulously arranged the items showed his attention to detail and his desire for things to be just right.

As we finished tidying up the room, our eyes met, and a shared sense of accomplishment washed over us. The room felt brighter, not only because of the physical cleanliness, but also because of the connection we had forged. It was a small step, but it held the promise of something more.

"Great job," Logan said, his voice filled with sincerity. "We made a good team."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "Yes, we do."