Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 19

Logan grinned and shrugged.

“I was very impressed by that resume by the way. It’s how I knew this auction idea of yours would work.

Of course, I didn’t plan on this.” He gestured between them and rather enjoyed the way Hannah’s

cheeks turned pink.

“So, this wasn’t all just an exercise in getting into my knickers then?” she asked.

Logan threw his head back and laughed.

“No, though once I saw you up for auction I had to have you.” He sobered and tapped her nose. “Just

for tonight, of course. I meant what I said about this having no effect on our standing at work.”

Hannah blew out a breath and nodded.

“Right, well, it’s late, or should that be early? We should probably get some sleep. I’ll be out of your hair

the minute they bring me my clothes in the morning.”

“There’s no rush.” Even to his own ears the words sounded hollow. Hannah must have thought the

same because she shook her head.

“Oh, but there is. I wouldn’t want Rhia to get the wrong idea. We both know what tonight was, so let’s

leave it at that.”

Logan nodded, surprised and irritated by the pang he felt at her words. It was usually him delivering the

speech. Hearing her sum up what they’d shared as though it was nothing out of the ordinary grated.

Then again, for all he knew she did this all the time. He had no idea about Hannah Watson’s private

life, and his previous assumptions about her had been all wrong. The thought of his little dove indulging

in an active sex life, quite possibly of a kinky sort, made his blood boil. It wasn’t like him to be

possessive, and he was all too aware of the double standard, but fuck him.

“What happened to your mother, I mean?” The minute he asked that question he wanted to take that

back, because Hannah’s face dropped. What the hell was he doing, asking personal questions like

that?

“Forget, I ask, it’s none of my business, after all, and you’re right, we should get some sleep. You can

use the main bedroom. I’ll stay with Rhia. That way I’ll be on hand if she has another nightmare.”

Hannah nodded.

“That sounds a good plan. As for my mother, she went the way most addicts go. Died of an overdose.”

He whistled through his teeth, and she shrugged. “It was always going to happen, well that, or she’d

have been beaten to death by one of her boyfriends. If I had a penny for every time she thought herself

‘in lurve’.” She mimed quotation marks around those two words and winced.

“Every new one was going to the ‘the one’. Beyond ridiculous really, but she did do me one favor. It

cured me of looking for love. Lust, well that’s true enough. Not sure I believe in love anymore.”

A wealth of hidden pain came through with those words, and Logan shifted on his feet. This was all a

bit too close to home, but it sure as hell explained her reaction to his situation.

“Anyway, it’s all ancient history. I couldn’t help her, but I saved my sister.” Her face lit up in a smile.

“She recently graduated, is a teacher at that school I mentioned by the way, so ask after Sarah Watson

if you decide to go down that route. Tell her I sent you, and she’ll get Rhia in. They usually have long

waiting lists, but they always make room for special cases, and you know, they need a new roof. It

leaks, so I’m sure a generous donation will help to persuade the head teacher to find a space, too.”

She winked at Logan, and he laughed.

“Money talks and all that, right?”

“Right, anyway, that’s enough of my sad story. If I don’t see you in the morning, thank you for … well

you know.”

There she went with that endearing blush again, but before he could say or do anything, she’d walked

away. The click of the bedroom door sounded too loud in the quiet night air, and Logan did the only

sensible thing he could do under the circumstances. Joined his niece and tried his best to forget all

about little Hannah Watson.

Morning couldn’t come soon enough for Hannah. After tossing and turning for hours she gave up on

sleep the minute the sun crept above the horizon. Having made full use of the shower, she felt

marginally better, even if the faint marks left on her tender butt gave her renewed palpitations.

As did the state of her dress, and her knickers. The dress was indeed ruined. She doubted even the

best dry cleaners could get those stains out. Then again, she would never have worn it again anyway,

not with all these memories attached. It was bad enough that she would have to face Logan back at

work come Monday morning. Knowing what the man looked like underneath his suits, and having

experienced what he could do with his body, and those large hands … she grew wet all over again.

Hannah stared at her reflection in the mirror while she scrubbed her knickers in the sink, and sighed.

Face it, girl. If it wasn’t for Rhia, you’d be jumping his bones again in an instant.

The urge to check up on both man and child was like a thorn in her side, but that wasn’t her place. So,

instead, she used the hair dryer to dry her underwear, and having helped herself to some instant

coffee, she waited for the knock on the suite door. Fortunately, neither Logan nor Rhia stirred, before

the butler service delivered fresh clothes with a polite smile. Suitably clothed and impossible heels in

hand, she made her way downstairs and into a cab without further incident. She highly doubted her

return to work would be as uneventful.

Having spent Sunday quietly pottering about her flat, and not thinking about her far too sexy and

enigmatic boss—none of her business what he and Rhia got up to today—Monday morning came all

too soon. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that Hannah approached the office. Ignoring the

knowing smirks from those who had been at the auction proved easy enough, and she breathed a far

too audible sigh of relief, when she saw Logan’s office was empty.

It wasn’t like him to not be in at the crack of dawn, but then again, he was probably busy sorting out

suitable childcare for Rhia. Sarah had been surprised at Hannah’s phone call to alert her to the

possibility of Logan needing a nursery space for his niece.

“Wow, that’s something. Thanks, sis. I’ll let Aubrey know in the morning. Perfect timing, too, because

we’re losing a major benefactor, as he’s moving back to Saudi. So, if your boss does ring, I’m sure we

can find the girl a place. How did you find out about his niece anyway? Come on, spill. I mean I’ve seen

the pictures, but…”

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“What pictures? What on earth are you talking about?”

“Chill, sis, I’m just pulling your leg, and I forget you don’t read the papers. George has just been

winding me up about it, saying I should have inveigled an invite out of you. Congrats, sis, the auction

seems to have been a huge success, and all the Sunday papers have covered it. I take it your job is

safe now?”

“Right, yes, of course.” Hannah had rolled her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her back, even

though her sister couldn’t see her. “As for my job, I guess so. How is that illustrious fiancé of yours

anyway? We must get together soon. I haven’t seen either one of you in ages.”

Sarah had laughed, and George had shouted a hello down the phone. At least her sister had her love

life sorted out. Her fiancé, George Manning, was a hardworking, no-nonsense builder, who worshipped

the ground Sarah walked on, and they were saving up to get married sometime next year.

“Well, whose fault is that? I get your boss is a slave driver, a very handsome one from what I can see in

the pictures, but ya know, live a little, girl.”

Hannah smiled, recalling that conversation now, a smile that slipped when a furious Monique appeared

at the desk next to hers.

“He’s not going to get away with this.” She bashed things about in the process of emptying the contents

of her desk into the box she’d placed on top of it and glared at Hannah.

“This is all your fucking fault.”

Hannah reared back at the sheer vitriol behind that statement. Face contorted into an ugly caricature of

her normal self, spittle flew out of Monique’s mouth as she addressed Hannah.

“Now, listen up, I’ve just come in, and I’ve no idea what on earth you’re going on about, so—”

“Just come in, your fat ass. What? Too busy getting another shag in with the boss, were you? I see he

isn’t in ei

ther. Fucking asshole, can’t even sack me to my face. He had HR do it, and those Neanderthals are to

escort me off the premises.”