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“The theme of the evening will be ‘Violence is never the answer’.” Hannah finished her presentation with as much flourish as she could muster, considering the stunned silence that made the room fall as silent as a morgue.

"That's insane. You're supposed to be making the company money, not costing them a fortune." James from finance piped up, his ridiculous put-on posh accent grating on her nerves like it always did.

Why he felt the need to adopt that around the new CEO was beyond her. By the looks of Logan Bryce, he hadn't exactly spent any time in the posher circles. Hannah had done her homework on the new boss. While he kept his private life under very close wraps, it was common knowledge that Logan was a self-made man. Brought up in the East End of London, he'd worked his way up the corporate ladder. An innate knack for investment had made him rich quickly, and nowadays he made his business taking over companies, making them better and selling them for profit. As luck would have it, Premiere Events had slid onto his radar, and they all had to fight to keep their jobs.

He’d said he wanted extraordinary proposals, and she thought she’d delivered. So, she was willing him to look up and at least acknowledge her existence. However, his head remained bowed over her written reports the entire time she’d been speaking. His rapt attention could’ve been a good sign had she not recognized her personnel file. No doubt he was plotting how best to sack her, and she’d just given him the perfect ammunition to do so.

"Well, let's not be too hasty in that assessment, James." Monique, who’d delivered a flawless proposal for the wedding of a minor royal prior to Hannah, smiled her saccharine sweet smile and leaned forward to give everyone around the conference table a good eyeful of her boosted cleavage.

Predictably Logan's gaze shifted to the wanton display of the other woman's wares and stayed there. Monique and Hannah had been friends of sorts before this takeover and the every-person-for-themselves-scramble to keep their jobs, which Logan Bryce had forced on them all. For that reason alone, Hannah ought to dislike him, but the opposite was true.

She was far too aware of him as a man. Everything about him intrigued her. He stood at well over six feet, with a shock of messy black hair which was too long for the usual executive type. Black eyes, which seemed to have the ability to look right into your psyche. Add muscles, which strained against the fine cloths of his tailor-made suits, and Logan Bryce commanded attention wherever he went. He bought and sold companies like other people changed their clothes, and everyone had been in a flutter of apprehension when he’d purchased Premiere Events. No one more so than Hannah, who’d been here ever since she’d left school, had worked herself up the ladder, and was damn proud of her achievements. If they meant there had been little room for romantic encounters, then so what? They didn’t make little battery-operated friends for nothing, after all, and Hannah was on very intimate terms with hers. Who needed a man? Then Logan happened…

Every time she looked at him, her thoughts went down decidedly naughty avenues, which no doubt had a lot to do with her coming up with this auction plan in the first place. Still, if he sacked her, she would at least sleep better at night and not be plagued by erotic dreams of his large hands all over her body.

“An auction would be fun, especially if the staff joined in. I dare say we would garner a lot of attention if we put you on the auction block, Mr. Bryce.” Monique tittered in laughter like some darn schoolgirl with a crush, and Hannah rolled her eyes.

Really, could she be any more obvious in her attempts to get into his good graces and his pants?

Those large hands of his tightened on the papers he held, and Hannah couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way his knuckles whitened.

“I’m not for sale, Monique. Nor would I expect any of the staff up there unless they wanted to be.” His deep, gravelly voice held an edge of steel and disapproval, which settled straight in Hannah’s lower regions. Lordy, that voice. If it was possible to come from the sound of a man’s voice alone, then Logan’s would definitely fit the bill. Sex on dangerous legs, that was her new boss. If the rumors were to be believed he discarded women with the same speed he sold companies. The man was a player for sure, another reason to leave her fantasies where they ought to be—locked away in her head.

Logan ran a hand through his hair. His shirt sleeve raised just enough to reveal the edge of an intriguing tattoo under his cufflinks. Hannah idly wondered how many he was hiding under the veneer of the business executive. She could just as easily picture him on the back of a motorcycle.

Jeez, there I go again with the inappropriate thoughts. Focus!

“Tell me, Ms. Watson, are you willing to auction yourself off for this charity?”

Logan focused his attention on her, and that internal pep talk she'd just given herself evaporated like mist on a summer's morning. Okay, maybe it had been better not being under his focus because the unwavering stare made her feel like his prey about to be devoured by the lion.

"I … that is…" Hannah gave up trying to talk past that huge lump in her throat and made a grab for her glass of water instead to lubricate her rusty vocal cords. Logan's eyes crinkled up at the corners as though he was amused by her, and that thought spurred her on. "Of course not. That would be inappropriate, and I'm not for sale either." She pulled her shoulders back and straightened her spine for good measure. Unfortunately, that action made the already stretched fabric of her sensible white blouse tighten further and the button gave way. Naturally, his gaze immediately dropped to the girls, and Hannah hastily flung her arm over her bust. Damn her naturally big boobs and the over generous curves in all the wrong places Mother Nature had decided to bestow on her. Men only ever saw her boobs first. Add to that her naturally blonde hair and fair complexion, and she'd always had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously. Sure enough, the odious James sniggered at her ill-timed wardrobe malfunction.

“Oh, I don’t know. I would bid on you for sure, little Hannah.”

Her lack of height was another bone of contention, but before she could as much swing around to glare at James, Logan intervened.

“Need I remind you of our rules on sexual harassment, Mr. Herringey? Ms. Watson would be perfectly within her rights to lodge a complaint.”

Hannah barely bit back her gasp of astonishment, while James turned a very unbecoming shade of green.

“I didn’t mean anything, and … well, she has come up with this idea, so what’s a man to think other than—”

"Other than that Hannah made a perfectly valid, and I have to say a unique, proposal in aid of a very good cause." Logan interrupted the other man, and it was beyond gratifying to see James squirm in his seat. Beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead, and he visibly swallowed. Served the little weasel right. Every woman in the

firm knew to stay out of reach of his wandering hands. It was good to know that those days seemed to be over under the new CEO. "That was what you were going to say, right, James?"

The head of finance opened and shut his mouth in a very good impression of a fish out of water, and then settled for a tight nod.

“Yes, of course, sir, but you can’t seriously think this a valid proposal. Such an event would leave us running at huge deficit, and—”