But he didn’t, which was best. So why did it feel so bad?
Chapter Fourteen
At eight o’clock in the morning, Lucy stepped into the elevator of the Carlson building with Celia by her side. Oddly, she felt quite rested after a night—correction, night and early morning—of sex and more sex.
A tiny smile played on her lips at that thought. Logan was like the Energizer Bunny. He just kept going.
“Hold the elevator.” Lucy knew the voice. It was Logan. Her smile disappeared. Now she was nervous. Seeing him at work, in such an up-close and personal way, was going to be awkward.
At least for her. Somehow, she doubted it would be for Logan. After all, nothing about having an affair with an employee seemed to bother him. That thought made her stomach knot.
Celia hit the open button just as Logan appeared looking handsome and polished in a tailored black suit. His white shirt was starched, his red tie a perfect contrast of color. “Hey, boss man,” Celia said with a grin. “Lucky I’m in a good mood or I would have pretended not to see you.”
Logan gave Celia a boyish grin. It didn’t surprise Lucy that Celia got along well with Logan. She was one of those people who blended and clicked. Celia’s presence, and her light mood, helped a little. The flutters of her stomach calmed knowing Celia would make conversation and act as a shield of sort. Because the truth was, everything had happened so fast, Lucy didn’t know how to act around Logan.
Normal, she told herself. Yeah right. What was normal for her and Logan?
“Must have had your morning pot of coffee,” Logan said to Celia as he stepped inside the car. He stood between Celia and Lucy. Then he looked at Lucy. “If you catch her before her coffee she isn’t the same person. It’s scary.”
“Really?” Lucy asked, surprised by his easygoing mood for some reason. “But she seems so nice.”
He nodded. “There lies the real danger. No one suspects but I have seen it firsthand.”
Lucy found herself laughing. Something she didn’t think possible considering the oddity of the situation. “Oh stop,” Celia said, eyeing Lucy, “don’t believe a word of his junk.” Celia looked at Logan and her expression went serious. “Would you believe Lucy got paired with Greg for the BG campaign?”
Lucy’s jaw dropped. Just when she thought she might survive this elevator ride. Why in the world had Celia just told Logan that? Lucy looked at him to see how he reacted.
“Really?” Logan said, slanting Lucy a look. Their eyes locked for the briefest of moments and Lucy felt the intimacy in those dark eyes clear to her toes. She quickly cut her gaze and focused on Celia, giving her a silent plea that said, “please say no more”.
Celia ignored Lucy and focused on Logan. “I told Tyler this is an extremely bad way to start Lucy’s career. That man is trouble.”
Lucy fought the urge to protest but settled for a mere fidget and a discreet comment. The last thing she wanted was anyone thinking she couldn’t handle Greg or her job. And the last person’s help she needed was Logan’s. “It’s fine,” Lucy said. “Greg and I are getting along just fine.”
Logan spoke then, his attention on Celia, but there was a hidden meaning to his words directed at Lucy. It was as if he had read her mind. “Somehow, I bet Lucy can handle Greg just fine. He would be sadly mistaken to underestimate her.”
Lucy felt her cheeks warm as the elevator dinged and opened. Thank you. Lucy stepped forward urgent for escape. She murmured her good-byes and took off toward her office. The reality of her bad decision had hit home. Working with Logan after sleeping with him would be a problem. What in the heck had she been thinking? How could she have slept with her boss?
As soon as she was in her office, she dropped her things into a drawer and sunk into her chair. And on top of it was another envelope. She grabbed it and then dropped it as if it were toxic. It might just be. Or at least a death wish. This was a dangerous game she’d entered.
She stared at the offending item, hands gripping the arms to her chair. How had he managed to get this here before she arrived?
What now? She swallowed. Thinking. Crap. She had to know what was inside. Lucy grabbed it and tore it open. And then she read…
The room is lit with only candles. You stand before me in only your bra and panties. I crave the feel of your skin against mine. I pull you close, savoring the decadent feel of your soft curves in my hands.
Same time, same secret place.
Tonight
“No…” she whispered.
She couldn’t meet him again. No. It wasn’t an option. Her teeth found her bottom lip. Her chest felt tight. She really wanted to meet him again. She stared at what he’d written. Maybe just one more time. She squeezed her eyes shut. Meeting him would be so damn foolish. Images of their naked bodies entwined danced in her head. Of soft caresses, and hard demands. Of perfect kisses. A sigh slipped from her mouth. Meeting him again might make her a fool, but it would make her a really satisfied one.