Auctioned By The Ceo novel Chapter 21

“Stop manhandling me and I’ll come. 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 slammed 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 to come 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.

“Good to know you still care about Premiere Events. Seriously, where have you been? You said that night wouldn’t affect our working relationship, 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 glanced 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 damaging company 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 declare 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 the last 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 slammed her mouth shut and settled for glaring 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 gladly accept your resignation, because you certainly won’t be needing this job. My wife does not have to work.”