I clear my throat and cross my arms over my chest. Bree knows me. Hell, she knows me better than anyone, and she knows that I’m not going to want a training manual. I clear my throat. “I’d rather you train me.”
She points at her chest. “Me? I’m sure Alex?—”
I cut her off and take a step toward her. “Alex is out of the office all day. It makes more sense for you to show me.”
I’m not sure why, but I like that I still make her flustered. I’m not sure she realizes it, but she takes the notepad and uses it to fan herself. Then she realizes what she’s doing and drops the papers to her side. “Yeah, sure, no problem. I’m booked up today… but this week, for sure.”
I can’t get another word out before she’s running from the room.
I came in here today determined to keep to myself, and already I’ve forced a meeting with Bree and now have set up a training that is going to force us to work closely together. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment. Maybe I’m not as over her as I thought I was. Or maybe I just like knowing that she still wants me. Whatever the case, I know that I can’t go down that road again. She broke my heart once. I’m not giving her a chance to do it again.
CHAPTER 6
BREE
All I want to do is go home. Maybe because I’ve spent all week avoiding Logan or maybe because later this afternoon is when he’s going to Amy Burkhardt’s house to install her security system. I don’t know which it is, but I know that I’m done.
My phone buzzes, and I practically jump from my seat as Logan’s voice comes over the air. “Bree, can I see you in my office please?”
I put my head in my hands and hold in a groan. Hiding my emotions, I answer, “Sure, I’ll be right there.”
I’ve managed to stay busy and out of Logan’s way most of the week, but there’s no avoiding him when he beckons. As soon as I walk into the room, Istumble over my feet. Logan is seated behind his desk, but he’s pulled a chair up next to him.
The truth is, I’d give anything to work by his side, snuggled up to him, but he’s made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me. Heck, I’m sure he wants this training so they won’t need me anymore and he can have an excuse to get rid of me.
“What’s this?” I ask, gesturing to the seat next to him.
He glances down my body and back up again before clearing his throat. “Training,” he grunts.
I grip the chair back in front of me just to have something to hold on to. “Uh, I thought we could start fresh with that next week.”
He stands up and pulls the chair out next to him. “No, I wanna get started this morning. I have that installation this afternoon, and I’d like to get some headway on how the system and inventory works.”
I’ve stalled all I can. I walk around the desk and sit down in the vacant chair, setting my notepad and pen on the desk top in front of me. “Okay. First, log in to the system. After you do it once, we can check the box so it automatically logs you in with facial ID or a fingerprint.”
He sits down and opens the software. I tell myself to stay professional, but this is nearly impossible. He smells just like I remember: of outdoors and warmth. Like sunshine, wind, fresh cut grass, and just all him. I find myself leaning toward him as if there’s a gravitational pull. It’s too much for me to resist.
“This button?”
He’s gesturing to the screen with his hand, and instead of looking at where he’s pointing, I’m looking at his long, thick fingers and strong forearms. I shimmy in my seat as my lower belly pulls with attraction. I knew this was a bad idea. I’m going to throw myself at him, and he’s going to fire me on the spot.
When I don’t answer, Logan turns his head toward me at the same time I look at him. Our faces are inches apart. I lean in, wanting to kiss him just once more. Hell, I’d give anything to have his lips on mine again. He’s an addiction for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.
My heart starts to race, my body trembles with anticipation, and the sound of the bell at the front door has us jerking apart.
I’m panting as if I’ve been running instead of just sitting here.
Logan mumbles something about how he’ll check to see who it is, but I remain seated, trying to catch my breath. Seconds later, Logan appears with a stack of mail. “It was the mailman. He was asking about you. Since when do they bring it inside? We have a box at the street.”
It all comes out in a jumble, but I can’t make sense of any of it because my eyes are glued to the bulge between his thighs. I swear his cock twitches in his dress pants as if it’s trying to tease me. With my mouth hanging open, my eyes travel up his body and don’t stop until they meet his. His brown eyes, usually flecked with gold, are now black orbs filled with desire, staring back at me.
I shoot to my feet. I know that look on his face, and I’m about two seconds from being bent over this desk with Logan giving me two to three orgasms while I scream his name. He tosses the mail on the desk and then stalks toward me, not stopping until his chest is pressed against mine. “It doesn’t matter that I want you. It doesn’t matter that I jacked off thinking about you this morning. It doesn’t matter that just looking at you makes me hard. I can’t do this with you, Bree. I won’t.”
With a hand to my chest, I can feel the wild fluttering of my heart. “I didn’t ask you to,” I stutter.
He puts a hand at my waist and grips me. “Really? You’re not asking for it right now?” He puts his other hand on the top of his desk. “You mean if I laid you down on this desk, you wouldn’t open your legs to me?”
My nipples pucker. I wish they didn’t. I wish I could resist him, but I can’t. Truth is, I wouldn’t tell him no. Even if it meant it was one time, I would take it. Instead of answering him, I whimper.
