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 sighed. "Is alive and well, if rather fragile, and confined to her nursing home. She forgets things easily these days, which is a blessing in disguise in lots of respects." His jaw clenched, and Hannah fancied she could hear his teeth grind together. "She doesn’t know the whole story. All she does know is that Claudia had an accident, which means I’m looking after Rhia."

"I see." Hannah took a deep breath and fought the instinct to reach out to him. "Doesn’t she ask after … you know … your brother?"

Logan’s short humorless laugh sent chills down her spine.

"There are advantages to his being my identical twin. I simply let her believe I’m him, when she confuses us, which happens more and more these days." He smiled grimly at Hannah’s sharp intake of breath.

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