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

"Fuck it, I’m messing this all up. I didn’t mean to make you cry. For the love of God, will you stop doing that, woman. I don’t like it, especially if you’re crying over me. Believe me, I’m not worth it."

When she didn’t stop, he climbed on the bed, pulled her unto his lap, and held her. It felt so good to be back in his arms that for a few precious moments Hannah allowed herself to think that everything would be all right after all. That they could be a proper little family. Eventually, she managed to pull herself together and pushed away from him. He let her, brows drawn together in a frown, those dark eyes of his assessing her. His jaw clenched, and his hands pulled into fists at whatever he read in her expression.

"You shouldn’t be on here." She whispered the words, utterly incapable of projecting her voice with any conviction. "It’s against hospital rules, I’m sure."

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