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

The twinkle in Logan’s dark eyes proved Hannah’s undoing. He looked like a naughty schoolboy right now, bunking off lessons, and in truth she felt like that, too. As the first drops of rain fell out of the darkening sky, she screeched and, holding onto his hand, ran with him.

"Where are we going?" She gasped, breathless after her sprint in the far too tight corset, as they stopped outside his Jaguar.

"It’s a surprise, you’ll see. Get in before you’re soaked through."

A clap of thunder made her jump, and she wasted no time to get into the car. The minute she did, the whole sky lit up in lightning, and Hannah screamed. Logan slammed the door shut, started the engine, turned the heating up, and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He looked even more sexy without it, the waistcoat accentuating his broad shoulders. When he undid the cufflinks and rolled the sleeves up, exposing powerful forearms, desire curled low in Hannah’s belly.

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