Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 24

“I … that is … right. I guess congratulations are in order?” Claire looked at Hannah for confirmation,

and she forced a smile on her face. “This is all a bit sudden, isn’t it?”

“You should know by now that I don’t waste time in securing what I want, and I wouldn’t call it sudden,”

Logan interjected. “Hannah and I have been in a relationship for some time. With the rumor mill going

into overdrive, we decided the time was right to go public to reassure all these concerned people that

our private life is just that and has absolutely no bearing on what happens here at work.” He paused,

got to his feet, and opened the door for Claire in a clear dismissal. “If that was all?”

“Right, yes, erm, congratulations again. Have you set a date yet?” Claire asked.

“Of course, you can expect Hannah to need some time off at the end of the month. I’ll let you know

exactly how many weeks. I don’t plan on a long honeymoon, but I do want to spend some time with my

new wife.” He glanced at Hannah when he said that, and the heated intensity in his dark gaze took her

breath away.

Okay then…

Her core temperature just went up several degrees at the promise in those dark eyes. Try as she might

she couldn’t find the outrage she surely ought to be feeling at his underhandedness in just announcing

their engagement, yet all she felt was an odd sense of rightness.

“Right, yes, congratulations again. Will you make an announcement?” Claire asked, and Logan raised

an eyebrow in contempt. “Right, none of my business, I get it. Shall I tell the staff then, or…”

Logan looked toward Hannah, and, somehow, she got her voice to work.

“If it shuts up the gossip, then by all means do, though it’s really no one’s business, is it?”

The other woman smiled, a genuine one this time, and a heavy silence fell between Logan and her,

when the door snicked shut behind her.

Hannah kept her gaze firmly rooted to the floor, not trusting herself to not erupt into hysterics of some

sort. That moment had passed after all. If she was going to object to this crazy plan then she should

have done so when Logan declared their engagement, not now when the proverbial horse had bolted

and was running around the office holding up a banner for all to see. His trainers appeared in her vision

first, and then his deep sigh ghosted across her face, as he cupped her chin and tilted her head up.

“You could look less like a woman about to go the gallows about this.” He smiled as he said that, but

the fingers on her chin trembled and tension radiated off his large frame in almost palpable waves.

“Thank you for agreeing by the way.”

Hannah wrenched her chin out of his grasp and glared up at him. Or tried to at least. It wasn’t arrogant

Logan she saw, however, but a man who looked tired beyond belief. For that one brief moment, she

saw beyond the mask he wore to the bone-weary, desperate man underneath.

“You didn’t exactly leave me much choice, did you?”

Logan shrugged and sat back down on the desk.

“Perhaps not, but I also knew that little spitfire Hannah would have no compunction at tearing me down

a strip, if she didn’t want to do this. You do want to do this, right?”

The slight wobble in his voice made up her mind.

“No, I don’t want to marry you. Why would I? I do want to help Rhia, however, so I will.”

His jaw clenched in response, the only outward sign of his emotions.

“Right, let me guess, you want a generous divorce settlement to—”

“How fucking dare you.” Hannah shot to her feet, interrupting him, and his eyes narrowed in silent

scrutiny of her.

“Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not doing this to get at your money. I’m doing this for Rhia, because

that little girl needs stability, and being shipped off to live with grandparents she’s never met isn’t going

to give her that. And because I know how the system works, and I know your solicitor is right, damn it.

It shouldn’t matter that you’re single, but you’ll be in a much better position to be looked on favorably if

you’re married or at the very least in a stable relationship. So, yeah, I get that, and I’ll be your trophy

wife, but don’t think for one goddamn minute there is any other reason for me to agree to this. I want a

prenup, stating exactly what we can expect of each other, and I don’t want a penny of your money once

this farce of a marriage will be over, do you hear me?”

She got closer to him in her outrage, and gasped when he buried his hands in her hair, and kissed her.

Had he been forceful she probably would have been able to resist him … maybe … but this wasn’t a

rough or demanding kiss. No, this was a slow, tender onslaught on her senses, as he ran his tongue

along the seam of her mouth requesting entry, varied the pressure and angle of his full, soft lips across

hers, until she couldn’t help but kiss him back. He grunted his approval when she opened for him, and

then everything else ceased to matter but the feel of their tongues sliding together, as Logan took the

kiss deeper. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and his roamed to her ass, lifting her higher to make this

whole process easier, as heat seared between them. Desire, need, lust exploded in her belly,

consumed her, erasing the last remnants of doubt. No matter what happened between them in this so-

called marriage she’d agreed to, they would have this, this overwhelming passion, which made Hannah

act so completely out of character, yet she couldn’t bring herself to care about that. She wanted him, he

wanted her, and the rest could go hang.

By the time Logan eventually broke their kiss with a soft bite to her bottom lip, they were both breathing

heavily. Hannah blinked as reality set back in, surprised that the windows of the office hadn’t steamed

up with the heat they’d created between them.

“Fuck, I want you.” Logan’s guttural response made her insides clench in need, even as he gently

pushed her back into the chair, and then rounded the desk with the bow-legged walk of a cowboy.

Amusement bubbled up inside of her, mixed in with pride that she was responsible for his current state.

The long, hard imprint of his arousal tested the buttons of his jeans, and Logan winced as he sat down

and adjusted himself. He looked across at her with a wry grin.

“Some things are best left to our wedding night, though, wouldn’t you agree?”

He smirked at her sharp intake of breath, and Hannah wiggled on her chair.

“We don’t have to wait? I mean…”

The heat in his gaze seared her like a physical caress.

“No, we don’t, but I find anticipation makes the eventual consummation so much sweeter. Besides,

you’ll be my wife. That makes things different, and I think your time would be better spent getting to

know Rhia, don’t you?”

Hannah’s heart gave a lurch at those words. It almost sounded like the real thing, but he didn’t mean

that. He just wanted to present a united front to make this whole thing look real, as confirmed by his

next words. “You’ll also need to meet my mother, and Claudia. I know she doesn’t respond, but she

needs to know you’ll be helping me to take care of her little girl.” His voice thickened with emotion, and

Hannah nodded.

“Of course, your mother?”

Logan sighed. “Is alive and well, if rather fragile, and confined to her nursing home. She forgets things

easily these days, which is a blessing in disguise in lots of respects.” His jaw clenched, and Hannah

fancied she could hear his teeth grind together. “She doesn’t know the whole story. All she does know

is that Claudia had an accident, which means I’m looking after Rhia.”

“I see.” Hannah took a deep breath and fought the instinct to reach out to him. “Doesn’t she ask after …

you know … your brother?”

Logan’s short humorless laugh sent chills down her spine.

“There are advantages to his being my identical twin. I simply let her believe I’m him, when she

confuses us, which happens more and more these days.” He smiled grimly at Hannah’s sharp intake of

breath.

“That must be…”

“Fucked up?” Logan asked. “Sure, but it beats having to explain to her that one of her sons is in prison

for beating his wife.” He stared into the distance and then smiled. “She’ll love you by the way. Mum is NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

always on at me to settle down and to find myself a nice girl.” He mimicked quotation marks around

those two words. “Too bad nice girls never held much interest for me—until now.”

“Because this nice girl is a means to an end, right?” Hannah said, hating the slight wobble in her voice.

What the hell was that about? She knew what she was agreeing to. This was a business deal for him

with added sexual benefits. He made that perfectly clear, and that’s all she wanted, wasn’t it?

“Yes.”

Hannah couldn’t help her jerk in response, and Logan sighed.

“Wou

ld you rather I lied?”

“Of course not, we both know what this is.”