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

Logan steepled his hands in front of his face, and smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes, and the fine hair on Hannah’s arms rose at the expression on his face. Her stomach twisted at the barely concealed anger she sensed in him.

"Now, why would you think that, Ms. Jackson?" His voice held an edge of steel, his disapproval of the other woman’s interruption like a visible wall he erected around himself, and Claire took a step back.

"Forgive me, the other staff … well, they were concerned, and it is my duty to look out for all the staff, so if Hannah is having some sort of disciplinary action taken against her then I need to be here." She straightened her shoulders, lips pressed into a firm line, and Hannah’s estimation of her grew. It was certainly true that HR always tried their best to accommodate everyone.

Logan shook his head, glanced at Hannah and smirked. Her stomach clenched in worry of what he might do next.

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