Auctioned By The Ceo novel Chapter 6

No expense had been spared for this auction at Logan’s insistence and the finance department’s not so silent consternation.

It had given Hannah a much-needed boost at the time to know that her far too sexy and overbearing boss was behind this project every step of the way. Clearly, he’d decided that this auction was beneficial for business, and if she’d learnt one thing about him in the last few weeks of very much being on his radar it was that for this man business was everything. He pursued an avenue he was interested in with ruthless determination. Judging by the ridiculous amount of money he’d spent on securing her at the auction and his subsequent refusal to let her wriggle out of it, he had now set his sights on her.

Hannah wasn’t at all sure she wanted to be his latest acquisition, as it were.

No, that was a lie. She had to face up to the truth at least in her head. Her body was more than up for the idea of getting to know her boss on a far more intimate level, if only he wasn’t her boss. Things in the office would be awkward enough as it was with everyone thinking she’d slept with him.

The little devil sitting on her shoulder smirked.

You might as well do it then. No one will believe you haven’t, let alone Monique.

Hannah ignored that insidious voice trying to lead her down the path of sinful temptation and took refuge in her fury over Monique’s underhandedness instead. Far better to think about that than to wonder what Logan Bryce would look like naked.

Grief, stop it, already. Think about the trollop instead.

She knew full well what the other woman’s plan had been, namely to humiliate Hannah in front of everyone. Well, that had rather spectacularly backfired on her.

When she drew face to face with her nemesis, Hannah knew her smile was as fake as Monique’s. Logan pulled her closer into his side and slid his hand down her back slowly in a far too arousing display of familiarity and ownership. Monique’s eyes narrowed, and Hannah could almost see the malicious wheels turning in her head, as she dipped her head in acknowledgement.

“Hannah.”

“Monique.” She tried in vain to shake off Logan’s hand. All she achieved was for his hand to slide slower, and she swallowed a gasp when he tapped her butt just once. What on earth was he playing at? They were in full view of anyone. And why was his caveman act such a turn-on?

“I take it you will be all right to oversee the rest of the evening, Monique.” Logan’s deep voice held that note of censure, which only served to rev Hannah’s hormones into yet more of a frenzy. The effect his voice had on her was really rather ludicrous.

Seeing Monique snap to attention as though a bee had crawled up her bony backside to sting her, did wonders for Hannah’s fra

gile equilibrium. She wasn’t the only one affected by the man’s sheer presence then.

“I, yes, of course, sir, but you’ve put Hannah in charge and—”

“And an admirable job she has done tonight. She’s also now off the clock, which means I expect you to step in. This will not be a problem, I take it?”

One dark eyebrow rose in an elegant arch, when Monique seemed on the verge to disagree with him, before she snapped her mouth shut and shook her head. The look she angled Hannah’s way from under her fake eyelashes sent a shiver of unease down her spine, however. Hannah nudged her chin up and stared the other woman down.

Bring it on, bitch.

She sensed rather than saw Logan tense beside her. Naturally, he’d picked up on the undertones. That man never seemed to miss anything work related, and even though they weren’t in the office, he was still paying attention.

“Good. Also, report to HR first thing Monday morning, will you, Monique? They will have something to give you.”

Monique pulled in a sharp breath, and the champagne flute slipped out of her fingers. The fine crystal bounced at her feet, and the expensive bubbles floated on the top of the luxurious carpet for a few seconds before they were absorbed.

“Careless, I suggest you’ll be more careful in future.” Logan’s voice was almost a snarl as he continued. “Actions always have consequences, my dear, as you’ll find out. Don’t for one second believe I don’t know what’s been going on.”

Monique made a rough sound at the back of her throat at this unmistakable threat, and Hannah almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Before she could say or do anything, however, Logan had propelled them through the thinning crowd, and out of the double doors. The Master of Ceremonies announced another victim on the stage, and when they were safely out of sight Hannah wrenched her elbow out of his grasp.

“Will you stop manhandling me, and what was that back in there?” Hannah inwardly flinched at the breathy porn star impression of her usual voice.