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?

Auctioned By Mr Ceo

He slammed the phone back on its receiver so hard, it bounced straight off again with an ominous internal rattle.

"Rosemary, get maintenance on that." Logan ran a hand through his hair, which made the dark strands look even more messy, and grasping Hannah by the elbow yanked her out of the cubicle. "I said my office, Hannah, unless you want us to have this conversation in full view of everyone."

His fingers dug into her arm with enough force to leave bruises, and Hannah swallowed nervously when his brooding attention settled on her. He looked… Well, he looked awful, truth be told. The deep purple smudges under his eyes indicated a man who must have gone days without proper sleep. He had at least three days’ worth of beard growth on his jaw, and as for his clothing…

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