Chapter 21


    “Stop manhandling me and I’lle. What on earth is the matter with you?” She hissed the words to


    him under her breath, all too aware that everyone was staring and she was adding fuel to the rumor


    mill, but she wasn’t just going to let him drag away from her desk like some caveman.


    Regardless of the fact that her heart leapt in excitement at seeing him, and she wanted nothing more


    than to smooth away that deep frown line over his eyes, as he continued to glower down on her.


    Logan inhaled sharply, looked around as though he was just realizing they had an audience, and


    released her.


    “Move, Ms. Watson. We have things to discuss.”


    He stalked away from her and mmed the door to his office shut behind him. The whole structure


    wobbled, and a picture frame fell off the wall next to his partition.


    “Goodness, what on earth? You best follow him, but are you going to be all right, my dear?”


    Rosemary’s concerned voice shook Hannah out of her Logan-induced haze, and she forced a smile on


    her face for the older woman’s benefit.


    “Yes, of course, I will be.”


    As she knocked on his door and heard his holler toe in she wasn’t at all sure of that fact, however.


    She rather felt as though she was entering the lion’s den, about to be torn to shreds.


    Chapter Six


    Hannah looked parts terrified, parts furious, when she stepped through that door. She also looked good


    enough to eat. Now that he knew what exactly she was hiding under her sensible work clothes, his


    hands itched to strip her out of that blouse and to reacquaint himself with her lush curves. A body which


    had haunted his dreams ever since that night, and despite the mess he was dealing with right now, had


    him waking up hard and horny when he did manage to sleep. He had


    n’t jacked off this damn much since his teenage years. The damn woman had bewitched him. Sure


    enough, his cock rose to greet her the minute her sweet, flowery scent filled his office.


    “Finally, what took you so long? Shut the door, will you.” He grimaced at the rough timbre of his voice,


    and reached to adjust his dick away from the zipper of his jeans. If she noticed his state, she made no


    mention, just shut the door and faced him hands on hip.


    “Fine, I’m here. What in all that’s holy did you think you were doing out there? Lord only knows how I’m


    going to smooth things over with Jenkinson and Co. now. They’ve been dithering about signing back on


    again as it is, and you treat him like that? Seriously, what in the ever-loving hell—”


    “Enough!” Logan brought his clenched fists down on the desk, and Hannah visibly jumped. She didn’t


    back down, however, but took a step closer, pped both of her hands down on the mahogany surface,


    too, and got right in his face. The action afforded him an unrivaled view down her blouse, thanks to her


    having left the two top buttons loose for once, and he groaned.


    “If you can’t behave in a sensible manner, then I’m leaving.” She straightened back up and would have


    made good on that threat, had he not sped her wrists in his hands and held on. Her pulse jumped


    under his fingertips, and her gasp was music to his ears. She did still want him then. That would work


    in his favor when he made his proposal. And that was all this would be. Business. Logan prided himself


    on achieving his goals with the minimum amount of fuss, and Hannah was a means to an end. One


    that he had every intention of enjoying, but a necessary move regardless. All he had to do was make


    her see the advantages for her.


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    “Let me worry over Jenkinson. Let him walk for all I care. There’s plenty more like him in the shark


    pond.”


    Hannah yanked on his hands and rolled her eyes.


    “Easy for you to say, but I worked hard on that ount and—”


    “And you’ll work equally as hard on another one, if he decides to walk, which I highly doubt. The man is


    all bluster, and besides, I have a different business proposal for you.”


    He released her this time, and Hannah straightened slowly, almost warily, while she regarded him


    through narrow eyes.


    “Good to know you still care about Premiere Events. Seriously, where have you been? You said that


    night wouldn’t affect our working rtionship, yet you sack Monique, put Herringey on notice, and then


    stay away leaving me to deal with all the gossip. And if that wasn’t enough.” She nced out at the


    office crowd, just about visible through the partially drawn blinds, and sighed, before she turned her


    back on them. “You then march in here, looking like this, manhandling me in front of everyone, and


    damagingpany property to boot. What in the hell are you thinking? Or were you thinking at all?


    That night might not have meant anything, and lord knows I don’t expect you to dere your undying


    love or any of that nonsense, but don’t I deserve to be shown some respect? Damn you, Logan, this


    just confirms what everyone’s been saying. I’ve worked too hard for this to all unravel now, because of


    you.”


    Her voice started to wobble on thest few words, and she wrapped her arms around herself and


    blinked as though she was on the verge of tears. Seeing her this upset made him want to leap to his


    feet, wrap her up in his arms, and kiss her senseless. His little dove wouldn’t appreciate that one bit,


    though, and it would start their negotiations on entirely the wrong footing. So, he stayed put instead,


    stapled his hands in front of his face and raised his eyebrows.


    “When you’ve quite finished berating me, need I remind you of the fact that I am your boss, and strictly


    speaking talking to me like that, could get you reprimanded by HR?”


    Hannah opened her mouth as though to let rip—she certainly looked furious with the flush in her


    cheeks and her little frame positively vibrating in front of his eyes—but she mmed her mouth shut


    and settled for ring at him. If looks could kill, he’d have to pick out his coffin. Logan smiled to


    himself, and Hannah threw her hand up in the air.


    “You are too much. If I didn’t need this job, I’d hand in my freaking notice. You know what? Have it. This


    is not going to work out, is it? What’s so damn funny, Mr. Bryce?”


    “Nothing at all. I was just thinking that I’ll dly ept your resignation, because you certainly won’t be


    needing this job. My wife does not have to work.”