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wet beneath the formal business skirt I wear. I shoot a look across the table at the man responsible for these wicked and ill-timed thoughts, hoping to find some sort of counterpoint there; hoping to find him as confused and ill-at-ease looking as I feel.

    But, if he’s feeling any sort of uncomfortableness, he sure as hell isn’t showing it, thats for damn sure. It’s just that same stupidly handsome, stupidly mesmerizingly cocky grin on his face; that cool, composed look staring right back at me and making my face burn despite my attempts to push him from my thoughts. He’s also staggeringly good looking in a suit, which isn’t helping. I mean to be fair, all three of them are good looking guys and in amazing shape but Logan is just fucking criminally good looking, his broad shoulders and chest filling out the suit perfectly as he leans back in that big leather conference room chair and winks at me.

    And of course, just to make matters worse, we’re joined in the meeting by Peyton, a young little blonde thing that looks all of twenty years old who also happens to be Logan’s chief affairs manager. She’s also immediately a frosty bitch to me for no apparent reason that I can figure out, and on top of that, there’s something about the way she looks at Logan or the way her hand rests a little too long on his arm when she speaks to him that has my blood boiling.

    Jesus Christ, am I jealous?

    Ugh; its a terrible thought, and one that I quickly try to push out of my head. God no ; I am not jealous of flirty little bouncy-tits Peyton grinning away at Logan, just like I’m not going to get bothered by her cutting me off mid-sentence every three seconds throughout the whole stupid meeting either. I’m just uncomfortable with this whole arrangement; the secrets upon secrets, and of course the fact that I’ve barely paid attention this whole first meeting because all I can think about is how the man across the table from looks without that suit on.

    This is going to be a problem.

    How on Earth did I agree to this? I could blame Andy, my ex the administrative director for being an asshole, or Stacy, for being a job-stealing skank. Or hell, I could blame my sisters for encouraging this whole thing, or Logan for not recognizing me that night. But really I should just blame myself for saying yes.

    …To the job, and to him , that night.

    Finally, it seems like we’re done, and Bryce and Hudson excuse themselves, though Peyton sticks around; “So, are we clear, Doctor Archer?”

    I frown, realizing I have zero idea what little miss blondie is asking me; “Hmm?”

    She sighs dramatically; “Are we clear , about the schedule for the next few days and the D.C. meeting?”

    “Oh, uh, yes?”

    She rolls her eyes dramatically at me before shooting Logan a look as she snatches her papers off the conference table and marches out the door.

    Logan clears his throat as she walks out, and I swivel back in my chair to look at him; “Well, she’s fun.”

    “Oh, yeah,” He chuckles, standing from the conference table and walking into his adjoining, office; “She’s a real firecracker.”

    I can’t stop the frown that storms across me face as I follow him in, and when he turns and sees it, he grins; “Oh now what are you, jealous , Doc?”

    “Of missy teeny-bopper back there? Hardly .” I roll my eyes as I brush past him into his office; “What is that, some sort of high school internship, Logan?”

    He smirks at me, “Hey, you know you two may have more in common than you think,” he says with a wink.

    I balk and wrinkle my nose; “ Eww ; gross?”

    Logan’s grin cracks into a full laugh; “No, I mean you’re both driven, and you both want for this project to work.” He winks at me again; “And hey, Peyton wasn’t the one staring at me through that whole meeting.”

    “Oh, fuck off, please.”

    “Well hey, we’re alone now .” He shrugs and arches a brow at his large wooden desk; “I mean