Page 31 of One Night in Paris

“How cool is that?” I said, feeling a sense of awe. “I can’t wait to work on projects like that.”

“You will soon. Of course, the Paris project is also a favorite, but it’s not quite finished yet.”

I felt my face heating at the mention of Paris. Ever since our date the other night, I couldn’t help but think about the time we spent together in Paris. Taking a job here changed the dynamic between us, but so did my showing him where I lived. What if he was beginning to realize I wasn’t good enough for him?

“I’ll give you a thorough introduction to exactly what you’ll be doing. I’m sure you’ll catch on quickly,” Logan continued, recapturing my attention. “As my personal assistant, you’ll be in charge of managing my schedule, answering emails, and handling a wide range of tasks that will help to keep the office running smoothly. You’ll also be present in meetings to take notes. Also, I’d like to bounce some ideas off you from time to time, Harper.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Me? Why?”

Logan shrugged, his hands pushed down deep in his pockets. “Well, I think you’re pretty smart, Harper. You have fresh ideas. I’d like to tap into that.”

I cleared my throat, watching his cheeks flare as he realized how what he’d said was so close to “tap that.”

“Anyway, I’ve got some work to do. You’ll be meeting with Andy in HR, and he’ll go over your salary and all of that fun stuff.” Logan gave me a tight-lipped smile and took a step back. “Welcome aboard, Harper. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thanks so much for the opportunity, Logan.” I meant it, and I hoped he could see so in my eyes as he nodded and walked away.

I spent the rest of the morning getting to know my new colleagues and learning about my new role. It was a lot to take in, but I was excited to get started and make a difference. And even though I was a little nervous about my budding relationship with Logan, I was determined to keep things professional while at work.

Andy was awesome, really friendly, and helpful. He went over everything with me, and when I saw my salary, I almost died. I had no idea that I was going to make that much. With that kind of money, I could do so much for Mom.

Throughout the day, I learned more about what my duties here would be. In addition to my administrative duties, I was also responsible for assisting Logan with his own projects. This meant that I would often be working closely with him, helping him to research and develop new ideas. It was a lot of work, but I appreciated the opportunity to learn from such a talented and experienced architect.

Somehow, I’d have to do that while staying completely professional.

After lunch, Logan came over to check on me. “How’s it going?” he asked me.

With a nod, I said, “Not bad. Everyone is so nice. I think I’ve got the computer systems down.”

“That’s cool. I meant to ask you earlier, what did you study in college anyway?”

“Business.”

His grin widened, and he nodded. “Nice.”

“The first time, that is. Not for long. But then, I went back the second time to study nursing—also not for long.”

His forehead scrunched. “What made you decide to pursue that field?” He seemed genuinely curious.

Hesitating for a moment, not sure if I wanted to share such personal information with him at this stage, I wasn’t sure what to say. But I also wanted to be honest with him.

“It was a personal matter.” Keeping my voice low, I tried not to think of my mom. “Someone I loved got sick, someone close to me, and I wanted to be able to help others in their time of need the way that she was helped.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he reached out to touch my arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. But I’m glad that you found a way to turn something difficult into something positive.”

Feeling grateful for his understanding and that he didn’t push the subject, I said, “Thank you. I appreciate that. And I’m glad to be here now.”

“I’m really glad you’re here now, too, Harper.” Logan retreated, heading to his office. He had a smile on his face, but he looked completely professional.

That was great when he was my boss—but at some point, I wanted to get back to the possibility of us being more than that.

Much more than that.

17

LOGAN

Friday evening, I sat in my office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, trying to decide what to take home and what to leave for the weekend. I had been at it for a while now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was forgetting something important. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I hadn’t put the paperwork for the Lawson project in my briefcase. Picking it up, I tucked it inside and made sure there was nothing else I was going to need to work on at home.

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