Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He groans as his eyes devour me.
All I can do is stare at him, hungry, wanting more.
He pulls his finger from his mouth. “Fuck, you taste good.”
My chest shudders, and I’m about to sit on his desk and open my legs. Hell, I’m not above begging at this point because I’m so overcome with need right now I can’t stand it.
He brings his hand to my neck, and I’m expecting him to kiss me, but he stops short. His voice is angry now. “I can’t forget that another man has tasted you… has kissed you… has fucked you.”
He lets go of me and turns away. He puts his hands in his pockets, barely opens the blinds, and stares out the window into downtown.
I lift my hand to his shoulder, but he tenses, so I pull back. I adjust my skirt and then hug myself. “Logan, there hasn’t been anyone else. No one but you.”
He turns on me in an instant. “Don’t lie to me, Bree. I saw you.”
I try to explain. “It was a kiss… but I didn’t… we didn’t…”
He holds his hand up. “Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” He picks up my notepad and hands it to me. “We’ll save the training for another day. On second thought, I’ll have Alex do it.”
“But—” I start.
He lifts his chin, and I’m surprised to see absolutely no emotion on his face. “That will be all, Bree. I got what I needed from you. You can go.”
I stumble backwards, pulling my skirt down as I go. Without another glance at him, I walk out of his office, drop the notepad on my desk, and then go to the restroom.
After locking the door, I lean against the counter and stare at my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Anger, regret, sadness, exhaustion… I’m feeling all of it. I’m not sure why I’m doing this to myself. But just as soon as the thought comes, I know the answer.
I stare into my own eyes, remembering the last two years without Logan. They were hell. It was the worst time of my life. I take a deep breath and know that eventually I’m going to have to answer the hard question. Is it better to be apart with him hating me or to work next to each other and feel his hate on a whole other level? Even though I’d give anything to have what we once had, I don’t think I can take much more of this.
CHAPTER 7
LOGAN
At one o’clock, I know I can’t avoid it any longer. I’m going to have to leave my office.
First, I change into jeans and a T-shirt, and once that’s done, I walk out into the lobby. Without looking at Bree, I ask, “Is Alex in?”
“No, he’s out for the afternoon with installations.”
“Sam?”
“No, same.”
I let my head fall back and am barely able to hold back my frustration. “Anybody else that works here?”
Her voice softens. “Nope. Just me and you.”
“Fuck,” I groan.
She stands up, and I can’t avoid it any longer. I look at her, and as soon as I do, I know I shouldn’t have. I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. Her sweet scent has stayed with me all morning, and I’ve sat in my office with a hard-on, thinking of all the ways I wanted to have her.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “If you tell me what you need, I can help you.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I need to get off, that these fuckin’ blue balls are killing me, but I know that’s a bad idea. “Grab your stuff. You’re going with me.”
Her eyes widen, and she freezes. “Where are we going exactly?”
I put my hands on my hips. “To the Burkhardts’.”
Her face turns red, and her cheeks puff out. “I’m not going.”
I take a step toward her. “Yes, you are.”
She waves her hand toward my office. “Look, I get it. You want to punish me. Fine. I can take it, but I draw the line there, and I think I’ve had enough today.”
Clueless, I shake my head, wracking my brain. “What the hell does that have to do with the Burkhardts?”
She puts a hand on her shapely hip and glares at me. “You think I want to go to watch you flirt with that woman? Newsflash. I don’t.”
Floored, I rear back. “Flirt with her? It’s a job. You were there. We’re installing a security system.”
She laughs, and it sounds manic. “Oh yeah? I’m not installing anything because I’m not going.”
I suck in a breath and spit out the words without thinking. “I swear I want to bend you over my knee and spank that fat ass.”
She hisses a breath and glares at me through the slits of her eyes. “Oh no you didn’t. You did not just say I have a fat ass.”