Page 22 of Falling For Her Boss

“Have you seen Isabella?” Bret asks. I lie under the table, completely breathless, praying that Bret won’t come any closer. I feel like I’m breathing too loudly, and if I’m not careful, he might hear me. “It’s just that I could really use a cup of coffee. I was hoping she might oblige in making me one. She does it so much better than the interns…”

Logan sighs. I can tell he’s a little exasperated that our session was cut short because of Bret’s thirst. “I don’t know where she is, to be honest. Are you sure you can’t make one yourself? It’s kind of a simple task. And she’s my assistant, not a coffee runner.”

I can’t help grinning to myself like an idiot. I love the way he stuck up for me like that. I wonder if he’s usually this defensive of me when I’m not around. I’d like to think so.

“I sure can, boss. It’s just that she does it best. I guess it’s a woman’s touch or something.” He pauses for a moment and I feel like the air is thick with tension. “Hey, Logan…why is there a women’s shoe by your desk?”

My heart seizes. I can’t believe we’ve been caught! I’m panicking now, certain that Logan is going to give us away. But of course, I’m underestimating him. He’s the smoothest man I know. He chokes out a laugh and leans against his desk, so far forward that I can no longer see his face.

“Well…to tell you the truth…things got a little heated in here earlier. You know how it is.”

“Oh my God…you had a girl in here?”

“Just once…she must have forgotten her shoes. She kind of left in a hurry this morning.”

“This morning? Oh man, you’re wild. I wish I had the balls to do something that crazy.”

Logan sighs in his seat, pulling it toward me so that his legs are tucked close to me. I know I shouldn’t make this situation even more treacherous, but with him so close to me, I can’t resist. I reach out cautiously and cup his cock through his pants with my hand.

Logan’s body jerks ever so slightly, surprised by the contact, but he soon relaxes into it. I can feel his cock standing at attention beneath my touch. It puts a smile on my face. I can’t believe I’m touching him so intimately. It feels odd that he’s gotten to know me so intimately today, and I still haven’t held him properly in my hands. But I can’t push it too far. I settle for touching him through his pants. If I have my way, I’ll get another opportunity to show him a real good time.

“It was no big deal,” Logan says cooly. “It was nice, but we didn’t get to spend a lot of time together…I guess part of me is hoping we can do it again soon.”

I’m blushing now, even though he can’t even see me. I feel like he’s trying to hint at me that this isn’t a one-time thing. I wouldn’t have been surprised in some way if it was. I know plenty of guys treat girls like queens during sex and then never call them back the next day. But I want to believe this is more than any of those types of games. Some strange part of me wants to trust this playboy.

“You’re such a dog, Logan! Can’t believe you’ve had a woman in here. Who’s the lucky lady?”

Logan nudges my knee with his foot. “That…is absolutely classified.”

Bret laughs raucously. “Of course it is. Say no more. I’ll call her Cinderella for now. Get it? She left her shoe behind…”

Logan forces an uncomfortable laugh, his eyes flickering down toward me. I bite my lip to prevent myself from giggling and he winks subtly before turning his attention back to Bret.

“Yeah, man. Very witty.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Eleven a.m. in the meeting room, right?”

“Right. See you there.”

I don’t breathe again until I’m certain that Bret has left the room. And then I can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Logan pushes his chair back to allow me to crawl out, laughing to himself as well. I hadn’t expected things to be so easy and casual between us, but this has just proved to me that Logan is the right man for me. Despite my nerves, he’s had me laughing, writhing under his touch, whispering his name as he touches me with all the expertise of a real man.

He touches my waist as I straighten up. His eyes run over my body and it feels like his fingers are tracing everywhere his eyes trail. I shiver but in the best possible way.

“This has been fun,” Logan murmurs. “I want to do it again. But somewhere…more private. How about I come up with something and let you know the details later?”

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