Strike a deal
"Goddamn it, I didn't expect that I'll have to involve that jerk in the end."
I went straight to the Pottery club building. I knew that Logan was there since he was preparing to make something out of clay, like a true potter he was.
I slammed the door open and called him, "Rich brat, we have a problem—"
My jaw dropped when I saw the view in front of me. I saw a strong, slightly tanned back, glistened in sweat, and defined back muscle.
He was topless, with only an apron tied on his back. He was busy with his work that he didn't realize me slamming the door loudly.
I walked carefully to approach him, and I called his name again, "Uh… um… rich brat."
No answer.
"Uh… Jerkface."
Still no response.
I finally yielded and called his full name, "Logan Walker, we need to talk."