Chapter 19
Logan grinned and shrugged.
“I was very impressed by that resume by the way. It’s how I knew this auction idea of yours would work.
Of course, I didn’t n on this.” He gestured between them and rather enjoyed the way Hannah’s
cheeks turned pink.
“So, this wasn’t all just an exercise in getting into my knickers then?” she asked.
Logan threw his head back andughed.
“No, though once I saw you up for auction I had to have you.” He sobered and tapped her nose. “Just
for tonight, of course. I meant what I said about this having no effect on our standing at work.”
Hannah blew out a breath and nodded.
“Right, well, it’ste, or should that be early? We should probably get some sleep. I’ll be out of your hair
the minute they bring me my clothes in the morning.”
“There’s no rush.” Even to his own ears the words sounded hollow. Hannah must have thought the
same because she shook her head.
“Oh, but there is. I wouldn’t want Rhia to get the wrong idea. We both know what tonight was, so let’s
leave it at that.”
Logan nodded, surprised and irritated by the pang he felt at her words. It was usually him delivering the
speech. Hearing her sum up what they’d shared as though it was nothing out of the ordinary grated.
Then again, for all he knew she did this all the time. He had no idea about Hannah Watson’s private
life, and his previous assumptions about her had been all wrong. The thought of his little dove indulging
in an active sex life, quite possibly of a kinky sort, made his blood boil. It wasn’t like him to be
possessive, and he was all too aware of the double standard, but fuck him.
“What happened to your mother, I mean?” The minute he asked that question he wanted to take that
back, because Hannah’s face dropped. What the hell was he doing, asking personal questions like
that?
“Forget, I ask, it’s none of my business, after all, and you’re right, we should get some sleep. You can
use the main bedroom. I’ll stay with Rhia. That way I’ll be on hand if she has another nightmare.”
Hannah nodded.
“That sounds a good n. As for my mother, she went the way most addicts go. Died of an overdose.”
He whistled through his teeth, and she shrugged. “It was always going to happen, well that, or she’d
have been beaten to death by one of her boyfriends. If I had a penny for every time she thought herself
‘in lurve’.” She mimed quotation marks around those two words and winced.
“Every new one was going to the ‘the one’. Beyond ridiculous really, but she did do me one favor. It
cured me of looking for love. Lust, well that’s true enough. Not sure I believe in love anymore.”
A wealth of hidden pain came through with those words, and Logan shifted on his feet. This was all a
bit too close to home, but it sure as hell exined her reaction to his situation.
“Anyway, it’s all ancient history. I couldn’t help her, but I saved my sister.” Her face lit up in a smile.
“She recently graduated, is a teacher at that school I mentioned by the way, so ask after Sarah Watson
if you decide to go down that route. Tell her I sent you, and she’ll get Rhia in. They usually have long
waiting lists, but they always make room for special cases, and you know, they need a new roof. It
leaks, so I’m sure a generous donation will help to persuade the head teacher to find a space, too.”
She winked at Logan, and heughed.
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“Money talks and all that, right?”
“Right, anyway, that’s enough of my sad story. If I don’t see you in the morning, thank you for … well
you know.”
There she went with that endearing blush again, but before he could say or do anything, she’d walked
away. The click of the bedroom door sounded too loud in the quiet night air, and Logan did the only
sensible thing he could do under the circumstances. Joined his niece and tried his best to forget all
about little Hannah Watson.
Morning couldn’te soon enough for Hannah. After tossing and turning for hours she gave up on
sleep the minute the sun crept above the horizon. Having made full use of the shower, she felt
marginally better, even if the faint marks left on her tender butt gave her renewed palpitations.
As did the state of her dress, and her knickers. The dress was indeed ruined. She doubted even the
best dry cleaners could get those stains out. Then again, she would never have worn it again anyway,
not with all these memories attached. It was bad enough that she would have to face Logan back at
worke Monday morning. Knowing what the man looked like underneath his suits, and having
experienced what he could do with his body, and thoserge hands … she grew wet all over again.
Hannah stared at her reflection in the mirror while she scrubbed her knickers in the sink, and sighed.
Face it, girl. If it wasn’t for Rhia, you’d be jumping his bones again in an instant.
The urge to check up on both man and child was like a thorn in her side, but that wasn’t her ce. So,
instead, she used the hair dryer to dry her underwear, and having helped herself to some instant
coffee, she waited for the knock on the suite door. Fortunately, neither Logan nor Rhia stirred, before
the butler service delivered fresh clothes with a polite smile. Suitably clothed and impossible heels in
hand, she made her way downstairs and into a cab without further incident. She highly doubted her
return to work would be as uneventful.
Having spent Sunday quietly pottering about her t, and not thinking about her far too sexy and
enigmatic boss—none of her business what he and Rhia got up to today—Monday morning came all
too soon. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that Hannah approached the office. Ignoring the
knowing smirks from those who had been at the auction proved easy enough, and she breathed a far
too audible sigh of relief, when she saw Logan’s office was empty.
It wasn’t like him to not be in at the crack of dawn, but then again, he was probably busy sorting out
suitable childcare for Rhia. Sarah had been surprised at Hannah’s phone call to alert her to the
possibility of Logan needing a nursery space for his niece.
“Wow, that’s something. Thanks, sis. I’ll let Aubrey know in the morning. Perfect timing, too, because
we’re losing a major benefactor, as he’s moving back to Saudi. So, if your boss does ring, I’m sure we
can find the girl a ce. How did you find out about his niece anyway? Come on, spill. I mean I’ve seen
the pictures, but…”
Sarah had giggled down the phone, and Hannah had wanted the ground to swallow her up.
“What pictures? What on earth are you talking about?”
“Chill, sis, I’m just pulling your leg, and I forget you don’t read the papers. George has just been
winding me up about it, saying I should have inveigled an invite out of you. Congrats, sis, the auction
seems to have been a huge sess, and all the Sunday papers have covered it. I take it your job is
safe now?”
“Right, yes, of course.” Hannah had rolled her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her back, even
though her sister couldn’t see her. “As for my job, I guess so. How is that illustrious fiancé of yours
anyway? We must get together soon. I haven’t seen either one of you in ages.”
Sarah hadughed, and George had shouted a hello down the phone. At least her sister had her love
life sorted out. Her fiancé, George Manning, was a hardworking, no-nonsense builder, who worshipped
the ground Sarah walked on, and they were saving up to get married sometime next year.
“Well, whose fault is that? I get your boss is a ve driver, a very handsome one from what I can see in
the pictures, but ya know, live a little, girl.”
Hannah smiled, recalling that conversation now, a smile that slipped when a furious Monique appeared
at the desk next to hers.
“He’s not going to get away with this.” She bashed things about in the process of emptying the contents
of her desk into the box she’d ced on top of it and red at Hannah.
“This is all your fucking fault.”
Hannah reared back at the sheer vitriol behind that statement. Face contorted into an ugly caricature of
her normal self, spittle flew out of Monique’s mouth as she addressed Hannah.
“Now, listen up, I’ve juste in, and I’ve no idea what on earth you’re going on about, so—”
“Juste in, your fat ass. What? Too busy getting another shag in with the boss, were you? I see he
isn’t in ei
ther. Fucking asshole, can’t even sack me to my face. He had HR do it, and those Neanderthals are to
escort me off the premises.”