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Startled, I find myself a bit upset by that thought.
Chapter8
Logan
Serena rushes off after the complete lie she just told me. Furious doesn’t even cover what I’m feeling right now. I’ve had my suspicions about John but nothing concrete and was keeping an eye out, okay,Allisonwas keeping an eye out, for anything suspicious. She came here and told me he’d deliberately followed Serena into the kitchenette, but Serena rushed out before I could intervene and maybe get something solid to confront him with. Gritting my teeth, I march over to his office and, without knocking, barge in, kicking it closed behind me.
“John.”
“Logan, is everything all right?” he asks, shiftily looking busy.
My move was rash. I have nothing to go on here, so I play it the opposite way around to see what he’ll say. “Did you just have a run-in with the new assistant?”
He slowly meets my gaze. “Why? What did she say?”
“Nothing. I’m asking you.”
“Well, she was a bit forward,” he says, full of self-importance.
Taking a step closer, I ask, “What do you mean forward?”
“She was flirting with me, brushed up against me. It caught me off-guard. I introduced myself, and she obviously figured I was her step up the ladder, you know what I mean?” He laughs nervously.
“Hmm.”
“You should watch her,” he says forcefully. “She’s trouble, that one.”
“Noted.” Turning, I stride out of the office, livid. He could’ve gone any which way with a lie, but he took the truth and spun it around. Iknowit. I just can’t prove it unless Serena comes clean. The thought of his pudgy hands splayed out on her delicate skin makes me want to rip his fucking head off. It’s this anger which suddenly makes me curious as to whether she has a man in her life. I need to know. I need to know so I can remove them permanently from her sphere. I want her isolated, fearful,mine, as I shatter her into a million pieces and walk away, satisfied that she will never be the same again.
Slamming my office door harder than I should have, I return to my desk and sit, angry at this woman who has suddenly dropped into my life without warning, forcing me to notice her. She is as off-limits as they come, but my thoughts are crowded with her.
I need to forget her. I need to make her leave. It’s the only way I will get her out of my head.
Standing up again, I yank open the office door. Glancing around, I see her hovering on this side of the big glass screen behind the Reception Desk, waving her hand over the mug as if to cool it.
She looks up and sees me watching her. Narrowing my eyes, I scowl and disappear back into my office. I can’t even go over there and shout at her, humiliating her in front of everyone about how useless she is so that she will quit. What is wrong with me?
Groaning, I slide down into my chair, leaning my face in my hands. I’m going to fucking kill Quentin for sending me his gorgeous, innocent niece. She has no idea what she has crashed into by getting my attention. I can’t even remember the last time a woman had this effect on me.
Reaching for my phone, I speed-dial the private investigator I use for my cases when the need arises.
He answers after one ring. “Yeah?”
“Serena Wakefield. Works here from today. Get me every last detail you can on her. I don’t care how minuscule; I wanteverything.”
“On it.”
My curiosity is piqued. I want to know who she is deep down, and I want to know now if she is involved with anyone, who her parents are, where she lives, who her friends are, what she does on her weekends, everything. No stone left unturned.
“What in the blazes is wrong with you today?” Allison asks, shoving open the door and barging in. “You’re storming around like a bull in a china shop.”
“That girl,” I growl, jabbing my finger at her. “Get her out of my sight.”
Allison inhales deeply before exhaling slowly. “What do you think she’s done?”
“Nothing. I don’t like her. Get rid of her.”
“I can’t just get rid of her. She’s Quentin’s niece.”
