That rich brat called Logan (4)

"Who said I need someone who can play with clay," Logan smirked and leaned in towards me, closing our distance. "I think we can arrange few things here."

"Arrange few things?" I squinted full of suspicion at Logan. I didn't have any good feelings about whatever he did, especially after he told me to strip in front of him. 

I took a step back, guarding my chest with my backpack, "What things?" 

Logan chuckled after seeing my reaction, "You're so guarded. Do you think I'll eat you?"

…

I didn't answer that. I didn't want to assume the worst possible suspicion. I took another step back and hugged my backpack that covered my chest tighter, ensuring I stayed guarded while staring at him full of doubt. 

Logan clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Fine, let's just get this straight. I want you to work under me—"

Work under him?!