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

<p>"Please, Logan, just listen to her. I’m sure…" Another coughing fit shook her small frame, and Logan tightened his hold on her until it passed. Then he grasped her chin to tilt it up and brushed his lips over hers. Fuck the audience, he needed that connection right now, to feel her tentative smile at his actions, and to know she was with him. He’d doubted that at times over the last few weeks.</p>

<p>Oh, in bed, at least, she was just as responsive as she’d always been, but when she didn’t think he was looking he’d noticed the inherent sadness that clung to Hannah like an invisible cloak of impending doom. It made him uneasy. Logan wasn’t one to second-guess his actions, but he found himself doing that more and more. It wasn’t a feeling he relished, because the world just didn’t seem right when Hannah wasn’t happy. Fuck knew why that bothered him as much as it did, but he needed her to be happy.</p>

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