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This time, it made me want to throttle her.

I was not going to bang my nanny.

At least, not again.

Chapter 15

Ruby

…If things were different, there’d be nothing stopping me from throwing you down on this table, having you for breakfast, and spending the entire day with your legs wrapped around my waist until you forgot your name…

I couldn’t believe he said that!

I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to walk away without following through on it after he did say that.

I should have gone to my room and packed.

I should have followed him right to his office and told him I quit.

This wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t tease me and regret it. He couldn’t throw out all those ideas that made my panties wet and force fantasies I’d spent all night trying not to have and then walk away.

The man was infuriating, and I’d already been thrown into a game with one ex I hadn’t wanted to play. I was not in the mood to be invited to another.

Even if this new game sounded a hell of a lot more fun than Paulie’s.

“Ugh.” I groaned and grabbed my pillow off my bed in my room where I’d gone to hide as soon as Logan closed the door to his office. Throwing it across the room, I grabbed another one. Then a third. I tossed all twelve pillows on my crazy, beautiful, comfortable bed and threw them all around the room until I was breathless, head spinning.

This was dumb. All of it. Moving to be with Jassen. Leaving Gina. Letting Paulie drive me out of Portland.

I hadn’t made a single smart decision in the last three months, but I was a smart girl, damn it.

I was a smart woman. I had a decent head on my shoulders. I wasn’t overly cynical or naively innocent. I had a plan. I didn’t need to be in Nashville, or staying with Jassen, to see it through. There had to be a different solution than this merry-go-round.

I would eat you…

Oh God. That familiar pulsing started. I clenched my hands into fists.

Screw him.

Screw Logan Caldwell.

He’d started this, and I was going to end it.

Games and hidden dirty secrets be damned, he had things to answer to.

As much as I wanted to stomp down the stairs to expel more of my frustration, I was aware enough to think of Amelia. So I didn’t slam my door open like my adrenaline demanded and I didn’t stomp down the stairs like a child throwing a tantrum.

No. I took a moment.

Gathered myself. I washed my face and slipped my hair out of the braids I put them in last night to hide away the pine and fall scent Logan’s cologne had left behind. I changed out of my oversized pajama shirt and yoga shorts, and I slid into an easy-breezy, olive green T-shirt dress. It was modest, casual, and even though it was loose, it made my breasts look fantastic.

Ready as I’d ever be, I stopped outside Amelia’s room to make sure she was still sleeping, even though I knew the girl loved to sleep and it took Logan at least a half hour every morning to wake her up. On a Saturday, she’d sleep for hours, yet.

I headed down the stairs, keeping an ear out for Logan. He’d gone to his office when he walked away from me, but he could be anywhere now. A quick peek told me he wasn’t in the kitchen, so I turned down the hallway that led to his office, the movie room, and weight room.

His office was first, door closed, and a quick check told me he wasn’t on the phone. I didn’t bother knocking like I should have. Instead, I opened the door, slipped in, and closed it behind me.

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