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)
I just can’t do it.
Seeing him smile at the woman across from him as they make flirty touches with each other makes me crazy.
“Bree,” Logan says.
When I hear my name, I look up, and there’s no hiding the hurt on my face. “Yeah?” I ask, void of any emotion.
Logan is surprised by the look on my face, and I shake my head. “Sorry. What are you asking me?”
For the first time in three months, he speaks to me softly. “When is our first available appointment?”
”Alex has availability in the afternoon next Tuesday.”
Amy gasps. “Alex? But no, I don’t want just anyone at my house. Can you do it?” she asks Logan.
I’m about to throw my pen at her when Logan nods. “Sure.”
He looks at me. “Put her down for Friday afternoon.”
I nod, jotting down the note even though I know I don’t need to write it down. There’s no way I won’t be thinking about this stupid appointment the rest of the week.
Because I can’t take another minute of this, I push away from the table and stand up. “Well, I’ll let you two finish up.”
Without another glance at them, I walk out of the room. It’s at least fifteen minutes before they come out of the conference room, and then Logan walks Amy out to her car. My stomach revolts, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
Seeing Logan with another woman, watching as she pawed at him and flirted, literally tore my heart to shreds. It physically hurt to watch.
That’s how Logan felt.
I don’t know where the thought came from, but now that I’ve thought it, I can’t get it out of my head. I’m sure it killed him to see me at dinner with another man. I’m sure he felt sick seeing me kiss someone else when I belonged to him.
The day has caught up to me, and I can’t hold it in a second longer. I shut down my computer and grab my laptop and purse. I stop by Alex’s office and knock on the open door. “Hey, I need to go. Can you lock up today?”
Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. I don’t blame him. I haven’t left early one day in the last three months. Hell, I’ve worked overtime most days, but I can’t be here when Logan comes in from walking Amy to her car, probably with that bright red lipstick on his lips.
”Sure, I got it. Go.”
I give Alex a nod, and then I’m walking to the back door to make sure I don’t run into Logan. There’s no way I’m explaining why I have to leave early. I’ll just let him come to his own conclusions. I’m going home to pour myself a drink and do my best to get the image of Logan and Amy out of my head.
CHAPTER 5
LOGAN
I come in early the next day, and I’m surprised that Bree is not already at her desk.
Yesterday, she left while I was walking Amy Burkhardt to her car. Hell, that was the only way I could get her out of the office, and by the time I got back inside, Bree was gone, and Alex said she’d had to leave.
I thought about her all night.
I’m not sure why, but I felt like I owed her an apology, which is crazy. I don’t owe her anything. Well, at least not for flirting with Amy. Maybe I do owe her apology for being an ass to her, though.
If my mom knew, she'd have me by the ear for treating a woman like I did yesterday.
It’s exactly eight when I hear the front door open, and I don’t even have to see her to know it’s Bree. It’s as if my body is attuned to her and knows she’s close.
I’m on my feet and standing next to her desk before she can even set her things down. She doesn’t look at me as she unpacks her laptop and notebooks. “Bree,” I start.
She looks at me, defeated. “Yeah, Logan?”
The sadness in her voice is disarming. “You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah, do you need something?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, can we talk?”
Her eyes light up, but I raise a hand. “I mean about work.”
Her smile fades, but she picks up a notebook. “Yeah, sure. Your office or the conference room?”
”Uhm… The conference room.”
I pick it because it doesn’t have a couch that I’ve already thought about laying her down on. Although there is a huge table that I could spread her out on in the conference room. I think about that as I follow her. She’s wearing a tight skirt today, and I watch her ass sway back and forth as she walks.
As soon as we’re in the conference room, I have to sit down or else she’s going to see the bulge in my pants. “Have a seat,” I tell her, gesturing across the table. I don’t need her sitting anywhere near me.