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

"There, is that better? I’ll check with the nurse to see if we can get rid of these." She touched the tracks under Hannah’s nose and smiled. "The drip will have to stay in for a while until you’re strong enough."

She glanced across at still sleeping Logan.

"You had that man of yours worried. He hasn’t left your side since you were brought in, and at times I thought he’d get himself thrown out. He’s got a bit of a temper, hasn’t he?" She winked at her, and Hannah croaked a weak confirmation.

"Here, slow sips, lubricate those vocal cords. You’ve been out of it for days now." She held up a cup with a straw, and Hannah managed a few sucks. Lukewarm water had never tasted so good.

"Days?" she asked. "But I can’t have been. I had a cough and sore throat, that’s all. This doesn’t make sense."

Lucy sobered, picked up her medical chart at the end of her bed, and ticked something off.

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