Chapter 3
- I get to work early. I like it this way. I can be alone for a bit before everyone starts to storm in. Somehow. With everything I drank last night. I had less of a hangover this morning than I thought I would.
- Honestly it would have been nicer if I had a bigger hangover. Suffer more and have a reason to leave early so I don’t have to see or spend anytime around Logan. Given that he probably spent the night with that mysterious brunette, I expect him to roll in late, hair tousled, smile just a little too smug.
- But instead I’m surprise when he catches me off guard. Pulling up files on my computer for today’s meeting I hear his deep voice.
- My eyes go practically the size of saucers when I see him standing above me looking down at me.
- He’s early.
- He’s never early.
- “Good Morning Ms. Harper.”
- I gulp down the anxiety running through my blood stream. “Good Morning Mr. Richard's.”
- He’s eyes scan over me like he’s taking me in and it makes me all to aware of the dampness in between my thighs as his eyes trail down. Unintentionally I press my thighs together and his eyes land on the small movement before they dart back up to find mine.
- “And how are you feeling this morning Ms. Harper.” He says and the tone he uses throws me for a loop more than the question itself.
- “I’m— I’m fine.” I sya with a bit of a stutter.
- “You seemed a bit—“ he thinks of the right word to use to say I was drunk beyond words “Inebriated.” Nice term.
- “I had a few too many. I have to admit. But I’m fine this morning.”
- “May I ask why?” He asks.
- I open my mouth but shut it almost as quickly. How do I say I got drunk after my father told me you seemed to be serious about someone. Or that you might be considering moving to the office over seas. “Just a bad day. That’s all.” Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
- “Have you spoke to your dad?” He asks which also surprises me. Does he know I know he’s leaving. Maybe it’s for the best I won’t have to pine over my father's best friend anymore. And by pine, i mean obsesses. He’ll find a suitable beautiful woman if he hasn’t already settled with the one from last night. If she’s the woman my dad was talking about. And if not I’m sure there’s a long list of woman who would pay to be under this man.
- I would.
- “I have.”
- “What did he say.” This feels like the most Logan’s ever tried to talk to me. Most of the time I feel like he’s avoiding me like I have the plague or Covid.
- “You may be leaving to run the office over seas.” I quickly say. No point in lying about it.
- “Anything else?”
- Jesus. I gulp down. “You maybe be settling with someone. But that’s all he said.” I quickly add before he goes asking me what else there was. “Congratulations by the way.” Though how my voice came out cracked i don’t doubt he could see right through the very fake unwelcome comment.
- He makes ‘hmmm’ sound before be turns and starts to walk away.
- And I can’t stop my lips before the words slip out. “I hope I didn’t ruin your date last night.” He turns and glares at me and I feel extremely off balance even though I’m sitting. “She was very lovely.” I add because I can’t stop my lips from moving now.
- But thankfully he doesn’t wait around to hear what else stupid comments I might just say next without thinking.
- Logan turns back, his eyes steely with a hint of annoyance before he disappears in his office. Where he stays most of the day.