Three Simple Rules (Blindfold Club 1)

“Is that a no to the sex?”

I took my shirt off and made a production of dropping it on the floor. I saw the fire begin in his eyes and the excitement when he understood the game I wanted to play.

“Hang it up.”

His commanding tone sent a delicious shiver through me. I yanked my black dress slacks off and held them in outstretched arms. Then I dropped them right on top of my shirt, my lips pulling back in an evil smile.

“As a rule, I don’t like clothes on the floor.”

“Too bad,” I said. “Besides, I thought you liked it when I broke your rules.”

He whirled me into his arms, rough and then tender. “Not as much as you like breaking them.”

The next morning I had a perma-smile on my face. Logan had a lunch appointment, but after that he’d make the announcement. I’d dressed in the most professional outfit I had – a black tailored business suit that might have been too wintery, but I didn’t care. I’d pulled my hair back to make myself look older, although it was probably a lost cause. Kathleen was going to be upset. She might even make a comment about my age, and even with my hair up, I still looked impossibly young.

I was at my desk and on my second can of Diet Coke when Jamie made her gossip rounds and hovered.

“Why are you all dressed up?” she asked.

“I don’t know, I felt like it.”

“I hear Logan’s dressed up today too.” She gave me a suspicious look.

“He’s not dressed up today any more than he usually is.”

Her eyes lit up with a ‘gotcha.’ “When did you see him? Debbie said he’s been in the conference room with Jon and Will all morning.”

My mind scrambled for an excuse, but it was too slow. She leaned in. “Did he stay at your place last night, or did you stay at his? I always make Steve stay at mine. His place is gross and I’m not lugging my stuff over there, you know?”

I had to keep my stupid mouth shut to prevent things from getting any worse. Thankfully, my desk phone rang and it forced Jamie on her way.

“Hey, Evelyn, this is Rachel from Accounting.” My breath caught. “Were you the one handling Player’s account? There’s a billing issue, and I can’t reach Logan.”

Now my breathing stopped all together. “What kind of billing issue?”

“Well, did they order an extra run or something, and pay through us? I’ve got a line item from the printer that’s been paid, but I don’t have a PO for it.”

My hands were so sweaty I almost dropped the phone. “Uh . . . I know a second run was ordered. I think they paid for it, I know it wasn’t us.” Thank god she couldn’t see my terrible liar face.

“Oh, okay. It’s been paid, so it’s not really an issue, but it was strange to see a charge for four thousand dollars and not have any paperwork, so I thought I’d check.”

“Did you say four thousand?”

“Yeah, I know, weird. You want me to email you a copy so you can take a look?”

It came through into my inbox, and I stared at it in disbelief. Ninety-six hundred was what he’d told me. So why the fuck did the printer sho

w the second run only cost $3,975? It became difficult to focus on anything other than his closed office door.

The clock was a goddamn liar. It said only twenty minutes had passed since the email appeared in my inbox, but it was a freaking lifetime before Logan finally pushed open his door and flipped the light on. I snatched up the print copy I’d made and marched to his office. We were already under the microscope, but I couldn’t help it.

When I shut the door, he scowled and moved to re-open it, probably thinking that this was a bad idea. “Whatever it is, it has to wait until later.”

“No, it really can’t.” I thrust the paper in his face.

He scanned it and looked angry. “I don’t know how many times I told that billing department not to put it on the summary. How’d you get this?”

“Rachel called, wanting to know if Player’s had ordered an additional run because she didn’t have a PO.”