Page 28 of His Good Girl
“Mmph.”
His muffled noise of annoyance sets me back a bit, and my confidence cracks.
“Do you need anything?”
He shakes his head.
His left hand is bandaged up, even though he’s still using it to scrawl on his legal pad; I wonder what happened. Wanting to ask but not daring, I swallow some of my fear and say what I’ve wanted to since Saturday night. “Thanks again for what you did.”
Going still for a second, he breaks it by looking up at me. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something. To me. It’s something to me.”
Our gaze locks. The heat simmering between us is there, ready to reach out and grab. He must see it. He has to know it’s there. It’s not just me. Is it?
“I did what anyone would’ve.”
It crushes me. Deep down, I know he’s right. I tried to convince myself yesterday that he did it because it was me, but I know now he didn’t. He feels nothing.
“I’ll get you a coffee,” I murmur and back out, needing to get away from him before I prostrate myself in front of him, begging him to notice me.
Feeling his gaze on me as I flee his office, glad that no one else is in right now so I can blink back my tears of frustration as I make us both coffees how he likes it. It’s a bit too strong for me, but I want what he wants. Maybe if he realizes I take my coffee the same as he does, he will think it’s quirky and cute.
Shaking my head at my idiotic thoughts, I place my mug on my desk as I pass and enter his office without knocking.
With a shaking hand, I move in closer, smelling his subtle aftershave as I carefully put the mug just out of his immediate reach.
“What did you do to your hand?” I ask, not moving back as he probably expected me to do.
The scowl he aims at me makes my insides wither. “Nothing. It’s fine. If there’s nothing else, I’m busy.”
“Sorry,” I murmur, and knowing when to cut my losses, I turn to leave, my braid flicking around as I whip my head too quickly, needing to get away before I cry in front of him.
Knowing I imagined the sharp inhalation behind me, disregarding it as wishful thinking. Striding out of his office, and closing the door behind me, I seat myself miserably in my chair. Tears prick my eyes again as I turn on the computer, prepared to get to work.
* * *
Sometime much later, after Rue has stopped by to say hello and the rest of the staff has arrived and are busy with their own jobs, I scan the document and click send. Then, with trepidation in my very soul, I rap lightly on Logan’s door and wait for an answer this time.
“Yeah?”
His gruff voice sends a shiver through my body that thrills me.
Shoving the door open, I step inside and hover, biting my lip as he is still not looking at me. Dammit. What does it take to get this guy to notice me? Well, apart from being accosted in a bar by a loser ex?
“What is it, Serena?”
“Ohh,” I practically pant. The way he says my name has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. “Can you—can you check the document I just sent.”
“Why?”
“It’s the Vandercliff case. I want to make sure that I’ve got it right so that next time I don’t have to bother you.”
“Ask Allison.”
“She’s not in today.”
Thatgets his attention. Fuck’s sake.
