Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 208

They started eating.

Sloane would take a few bites, then sneak a glance at him.

Logan was incredibly animated tonight.

He casually wiped a bead of sweat from his neck and collarbone.

He ran a hand through his hair, deliberately tousling it to look effortlessly sexy.

The moves felt strangely familiar.

Then it hit her—these were the exact poses Lydia always obsessed over when scrolling through male model videos on social media!

What on earth was wrong with him?

After dinner, Logan offered to do the dishes.

As Sloane was putting away the leftovers, she stopped dead in her tracks.

He had taken off the tank top completely.

But he wasn't entirely bare; he was wearing an apron.

Seeing a massive, heavily muscled man wearing absolutely nothing but an apron made his sculpted biceps look outrageously provocative.

Sloane clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a gasp.

This was the exact visceral reaction of scrolling past a ridiculously attractive guy online.

She honestly didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just an accident.

She shoved the leftovers into the fridge and practically fled the kitchen.

But the torment didn't end there.

After her shower, Sloane was lying in bed scrolling through her phone when Logan walked in. Her hand spasmed, nearly dropping the device on her face.

He usually wore loungewear to bed, but tonight, he strolled in completely shirtless.

Not only was he shirtless, but his shorts hung perilously low on his hips, prominently displaying a razor-sharp V-line.

It was lethal.

Sloane felt like she was suffocating.

"Are you... still hot?" she managed to ask.

She instinctively checked the AC remote—it was set to a freezing 68 degrees.

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