It appeared he wouldn’t get that opportunity.
But his ultimate goal wouldn’t change with time or thought. He wanted Lucy. Period. No question about it. Not just in his bed, but in his life. It was crazy, yes, probably. But he wasn’t fighting it. She was special. For the first time in years, he was thinking about something other than work.
Lucy made him want more.
* * * * *
Lucy wiped her clammy hands on her skirt before reaching for Logan’s doorknob. How had the past become the present and even the future? She eased the knob to the left and slipped inside the room. With a definitive need for privacy, she clicked the door back into place.
For a moment, she simply took in the elegantly decorated office complete with spectacular ceiling to floor windows covering two out of four walls. Her eyes didn’t linger on the surrounding. They went to the man who dominated the room.
He sat behind a massive desk, looking powerful, confident, and extremely sexy. Talking on the phone, his attention was on what appeared to be an intense dialogue. Busy. He was very busy. Maybe visiting him was a bad idea. She started to turn, to bolt, and duck her head and hide. But, then he looked up and she was trapped.
He smiled and waved her forward.
No escape.
She swallowed as she forced her feet to take steps. By the time she claimed a visitor’s chair, her pulse was beating like a drum and she was questioning her logic for visiting. Logan hung up the phone, and studied her, his gaze far too probing. In a soft voice, he said, “I won’t bite.”
Not entirely true. He’d like to be nipping at her neck, arm…and then, her nipple. She shoved the thought away and decided to ignore the comment altogether. “I had no idea who you were.”
“That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.”
She studied him a moment. “This is a bit unusual.”
“Unexpected,” he said as he leaned back in his chair, and smiled. “But not unpleasant.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Please don’t tease me. I’m having a hard enough time with this.”
His brow inched up. “I assure you, I was quite serious.”
Her brows dipped. She didn’t understand him. Didn’t want to. She just wanted this to all go away. “I’ll resign if you want me to.” She paused a beat. “If you think that’s best.”
* * * * *
Logan studied Lucy for a long, intense moment. She had the most amazing skin and he remembered every damn inch of it. Feeling the throb of his cock come to life, he pushed to his feet, wanting to get closer. To make sure she was all he remembered. He walked around the desk, and stopped directly in front of her, perching on the edge of the wooden top to bring them almost eye level. Their legs were only inches apart and he remembered them entwined. Intimate. Naked.
For long moments, neither of them spoke. The air crackled with their connection. With an attraction that existed both past and present. “I don’t want you to resign,” he said softly.
She wet her lips. A nervous action not meant to be seductive but it was. It made him want to taste her as he had in the past. To soak in that sweet flavor so unique to her.
“I really feel like I should resign,” she half-whispered.
He raised a questioning brow. “Why?” His eyes held her brown ones. He loved the color. So warm and alluring. So honest. Maybe that was part of what drew him to her. In business, he saw so many agendas. Lucy didn’t have one beyond survival. He sensed it. He saw it in the depths of those rich eyes.
“Resigning would make things less…awkward.” Her voice held a slight quiver.
He could tell she meant what she said, but that it would cost her professionally and maybe financially. “No,” he said, “That’s not the answer.”
“I, well, I guess if you can pretend it didn’t happen, then—”
His desire to be discreet and ease into this might be sending the wrong message. He wanted her to know how he felt. If she shut him down, he’d back off.
Logan cut off her words. “I remember every intimate detail of our time together but does that mean you should resign? Absolutely not.” He let his words linger in the air a moment. “What about you? Do you remember?”
The soft, floral scent she wore floated in the air like a sweet enticement. Memories of touching her wrapped around him like a fine mist. She surprised him by squeezing her eyes shut as if she was hiding from his words.
“Lucy?” he prodded gently.
After several seconds, her lashes fluttered open. “Look,” she said a bit hoarsely, and then paused to delicately clear her throat. “What happened between us… I don’t make a habit of that sort of thing.”