Logan ignores her question. "You cand do your job...without having more tension than a stiff." he mutters under his breath. And sighs a bit. This woman...she knew nothing of him. She knew not of his past...very few did...not even Sherlock Holmes would have been able to find out his past. He made sure of it. He mentally sighs. He wanted HIS life back. His normal one.<br/><br/>Ever since he was discovered and his fashions began making him wealthy...things went downhill. You would think that having fame, fortune, and smexy looks would be a dream come true. Wrong! It was the exact opposite for him. It was a living nightmare! One he wish he could leave yet was unable to do so as fashion designing was one of his two passions. He looks our the window. "Yes. I know. It is a feeling I have not had to feel constantly in about five years." he says honestly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">&lt;FLASHBACK&gt;Five years ago...he was thirteen. Hungry. Thirsty. Fighting illness and death to survive from one second to the next. Wearing an outfit he had designed. Made from scraps of material or not...it was awesome looking yet totally street at the same time. Happened that a man spotted thirteen year old Logan. Asked him questions. Promised him food and shelter. And gave him all that and more. Well...everything but love and affection.</span><br/><br/>He snapped out of his flashback when she spoke. "I see." he says simply. "........" he listens to her ground rules. Having turned around to face you. "I will do my best. I will attempt to do so." he looks at her. "........." and sighs. "I insure you...while it is tempting...I have no room for someone who thinks I'd take advantage of the arrangment and hit on her." he says icily. The temperature in the room was colder than before. "So...I will try but make no guarentees."<br/><br/>He fell silent again. "You didn't have to be so rude about it Mira." he whirls around. Hair flying in the air behind him only to settle in place. "I know I'm not hot but damn...even a serious chick ain't into me." he groans and rubs his temples. "I am not like most men Mira. I have my own ground rules." he turns and looks at her. Eyes vieled and unreadable. As was his expression.<br/><br/>"One...you are not to follow me into the bathroom. Two...you are to treat me as a person not a client. Three...you are to stop judging me based on statistics. Four....I am not like most men and would prefer you to not treat me like I am." he takes a breath. "Fi---" he is cut off when the Secretary buzzes in.<br/>(hehe whammie of a twist coming up next part)<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The secretary speaks. "Sir...Miss Yuna is here. Shall I bring her in?" the woman asks.</span></span>"Yes. Bring her in Molly." he says to the secretary.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The secretary walks in a few moments later. Holding her hand when she walks in is a girl no older than three or four. The girl sees Logan and her face lights up. "DADDY!!!!" the young child pulls free of Molly the secretary and almost runs Mira over and jumps up and into Logans waiting arms. "Daddy." she says. Cuddling up against him.(see pic at end of post)</span></span><br/><br/>Logan smiles at Yuna. "Hey flower princess...whats up? You been good today?" he asks. Holding her up with the young girls butt resting on one arm. The free hand running through Yuna's hair. He looks at Mira. "This is Miss Mira. Miss Mira...this is the only girl I have or need in my life." he says. His tone sharp edged. Clearly indicating he had been very hurt and offended by her vieled accusation and blunt statement. "Yuna...this is Miss Mira. She is going to be making sure Daddy and you stay safe." he says. Kissing the little girls forehead. The girl merely say hi and gets very shy.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/littlegreeneyedgirl-1.jpg">[ img ]</a>