C5 5

She might as well hang a big sign around her neck saying, “Fuck me”. While that idea definitely had merit, and the mere thought of a tangle in the sheets with her boss meant her knickers were in serious danger of giving up any pretense of disguising her arousal, she hated being this obvious.

And, hello, he’s your boss. This will not end well. Get a grip.

Logan stopped his forward movement, and she swallowed hard when his full attention settled on her. Even with her high heels on he still towered over her by a good head, and she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze when he stepped right into her personal space like some sort of avenging dark angel. The very air seemed to leave the room, and the world narrowed to just the two of them under his focus.

“I’d have thought that was obvious, little dove.” Lordy, the way he dropped his voice on those last two words and his gaze grew more intense … self-combustion seemed a real possibility right now.

From somewhere she found her backbone and her voice.

“If it was I wouldn’t be asking, would I, and I have a name. You might want to try using it, Logan.”

She hadn’t really meant to put quite such a flippant intonation on saying his name. His jaw tensed, and his eyes flashed in something akin to silent fury, which really shouldn’t make her heart beat faster, but did so nonetheless. Considering she knew firsthand the damage a man’s temper could do, she ought to be already running away from him. Instead she found herself unconsciously leaning toward him, seeking his presence and his protection, which should have been an oxymoron. She was an independent, successful woman, for goodness’ sakes, so why then did she have that insane urge to submit to him in all ways?

The horrifying thought that she might be more like her mother after all didn’t sit well with her, but she couldn’t think about that now.

Besides, if she chose to indulge in the horizontal shimmy with this man, it would be her choice. A world of difference from the fucked-up relationships her mother had indulged in at the expense of her children. Hannah only had herself to answer to, and she could and would do as she pleased. With that in mind she inhaled deeply and barely suppressed a groan. It should be illegal for any man to smell so damn good.

Logan held her pinned in place with his sheer presence for what felt like ages, but could have only been seconds, before he gave a short laugh. The action broke the tension between them, and softened the harsh angles of his jaw, which was already beginning to sport the first evidence of stubble. How much stubble would he have come morning, and how would it feel on the tender flesh of her inner thighs?

Hannah fought and lost the battle of holding back the immediate heat invading her face, and a dimple appeared in his cheek as a genuine smile transformed the man in front of her. He looked altogether more approachable and if possible even sexier.

“Now, I do wonder what you were just thinking to cause such a pretty blush, little dove. And for the record I call you that because you remind me of one.”

It was Hannah’s turn to laugh. Okay, that strange honk she managed to produce made her sound like a constipated goose, but really. He was so full of shite. She chose to ignore the way her heart stepped up into country dance and her hormones were shouting “yee-haa” to boot. This man was a player, she knew that, and this was no doubt one of the lines he spun women all the time. A darn good one, but a line nonetheless.

That eyebrow of his came up again—how did he do that to such devastating effect—and what’s more who knew so much could be said by that one move?

“Nothing, I was thinking nothing, other than spare me the lines. Besides, I’d have thought I’d be more of a round pigeon than a delicate little dove. Either way, those birds have sharp beaks, and I’d hate for you to have anything important pecked off.”

Logan froze, and she knew she was in trouble when he stepped back and let his black-eyed gaze slowly roam over her body. He stayed the longest at the girls, of course. Naturally, her nipples took that as an invitation to come out to play. Good grief almighty, they might as well get out little white flags, signaling their surrender. As for the rest of her erogenous zones … she was discovering a few she didn’t even know she had under his silent assessment.

When she couldn’t stand the silence anymore, she blurted out the next words.

“Cat got your tongue now? And stop staring at me as though you’ve never seen a woman before. It’s…”

Whatever she was going to say fled her mind because Logan brought his arm around her waist and pulled her flush into his body. On any other man that move would have earned him a dressing down. With him, however, pressed as close to every one of his hard muscles as it was possible to be while still fully clothed … well, what was she doing again?

“Enough, little girl. Know this, if you were mine you’d have just earned yourself one hell of a sore ass for talking to me like that.” He pulled back slightly and grinned at her far too telling gasp. “Bear that in mind when you come to see me later.”

With that he turned and walked away. Before her hormones had stopped sighing, he’d disappeared, and Hannah did the only thing she could do to save face among the curious glances she was attracting. She turned back to the ballroom. While he’d said she was off the clock, this was her baby, and she would see this through. She didn’t trust Monique as far she could throw her, and as the other woman was more than likely going to be fired come Monday morning, there was even more likelihood that she was going to do something else to sabotage the event.

Then again, after her brush off maybe Hannah would find herself out of a job. Even as she thought that she dismissed the idea. Logan had a reputation for being ruthless, but never unfair, and he didn’t usually get involved with someone at work. He didn’t get involved, period, had spelled his terms out for her most succinctly in fact, so why was she hesitating?

If he could turn her on this much by simply talking about sex, what would the real thing be like? Fun, he’d said, and she had no reason to disbelieve him. It hadn’t been said with any of the usual swagger men put behind such statements. No, he’d simply informed her as though he was telling her what the weather was like. As for his threat to spank her ass… Jeez, if she got any wetter she’d leave a stain on her dress, and she had her answer. No wonder she felt so drawn to him. The dratted man was a walking, talking, advert for every one of her sexual fantasies.

Hannah made a beeline for the ladies’ room to freshen up and compose herself, and the flushed woman who stared back at her in the mirror … was that really her? Good grief, if she got this worked up just by hearing him talk about the things he wanted to do to her, she would never survive an actual sexual encounter.

With a sigh, Hannah glanced at the key card she’d shoved in her clutch bag. He would appear to be staying in one of the river view suites. Of course, he was. While she’d booked many of Premiere Events’ rich clientele into such accommodations, she’d never stayed in one. Not that she would be staying now. This was, in effect, just a one-night stand. No strings attached sex with a man who set her pulse askew with just one glance. Would she even be debating this with herself were Logan not her boss?