I walk into the office holding my breath but slowly exhale when I see the front area is empty. Logan’s office door is closed, and I’m setting my stuff down on the desk when Alex walks in.
“Morning,” he grunts.
I force a smile to my face. “Morning.”
He disappears down the hall, and I sit down to work.
For the next few hours, I’m glancing at Logan’s door what seems like every few minutes, but he never comes out. In the afternoon, I’m deep into spreadsheets when the front door opens and the mail carrier walks in.
The bell ringing over the door has me looking up. “Hey, Mark. How’s it going today?”
He stops in front of my desk, and instead of handing me the mail, he holds it in front of him. “Good. Did you have a good weekend?”
I nod and try to hold back my blush because all I’ve been thinking about is Logan. “Yeah, it was good.” He continues staring at me. “Uh, how was yours?”
He’s smiling ear to ear now. “So, uh, Bree, I was wondering?—”
Logan’s door opening has both of us looking that way.
Logan walks out of his office and looks between Mark and me. He takes the mail from Mark’s hands. “Thanks for bringing this in.” He turns to me. “I need to see you in my office, please.”
Stunned at his abruptness, I stand up, grabbing a notepad off my desk. “Thanks, Mark.”
He nods. His smile falters for all of two seconds, and then he smiles again. “I’ll see you later.”
I nod and watch him leave. Sucking in a deep breath, I walk into Logan’s office. I barely get inside before he demands, “Shut the door.”
My eyebrows skyrocket up. He’s standing behind his desk, hands in his pockets. I sort of expected the silent treatment that he’s given me this morning, but I wasn’t ready for this.
I turn and shut the door before walking farther into the room.
He gestures to the desk. “You can put the notepad down. You won’t be taking any notes.”
I set it down, back up a few feet, and then rub my hands together.
“What… what is this?”
He gestures with his head toward the lobby and my desk. “Does that happen a lot?”
I look at the wood door as if it holds all the answers, but I can’t make any sense of his question. “Does what happen a lot?”
“The mailman?”
My forehead creases. “The mailman? What about him?”
Logan comes around his desk and then sits on the edge facing me. His jaw is tight, and he’s staring at me as if he’s looking through me. “Does he always come in and flirt with you?”
My eyes widen at his jealous tone. I blurt out a laugh. “He brings the mail in. He’s not flirting with me.”
He doesn’t even smile. “Has he asked you out?”
I open my mouth and then snap it closed. My hesitation has him standing up and coming toward me. He stops a foot away, but I can feel the pulse in my body at just being closer to him. He tilts his head to the side. “Has he asked you out, Bree?”
I lift my chin. “Yeah… when I first started working here, he asked me out, but I told him no.”
He slowly starts to walk around me and doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s openly ogling me. His voice is husky when he replies, “It seems telling him no didn't work. He’s still wanting you, wishing he could have you.”
He’s standing behind me, and I hear him lock the door. My breath comes out in a whoosh, and mywhole body trembles. I just stand here, tense, anticipating what’s about to happen.
