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older. One is wearing a nice dark-grey suit with a
baby-blue tie. It fits him perfectly, forming around his sculpted muscles. His
hair is sandy brown, cut short, and nicely styled. He has a wide jaw and a rugged
face. He looks like he’ll be fun to wrestle with.
    The other one
is shorter but not as good looking. He has on a black suit with a reddish tie.
He almost looks like a surfer dude in a suit.
    They both turn
as soon as we enter, fixing their ties, and walk over to Brandon and me.
    I put my
resting bitch face back on, walking confidently over to them, holding my hand
out to the one in the dark grey suit. “Good morning. I’m Hannah Edwards.” I nod
as he takes my hand, squeezing it in the handshake, almost gripping me too
tight. His dark blue eyes light up slightly.
    “Logan
Bennett. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Edwards.” He curls his lip up as
he says my name, as if it’s weird for him to be saying it. Jesus, what has he
heard about me? Am I another Jenny, a hapless divorcée?
    I let go of
his hand, noticing right away he flexes as if I have squeezed too hard. The
entire interaction is awkward. I try to ignore it, reaching for the other man
to shake his hand. “Hannah Edwards, lovely to meet you.” I smile at him as he
takes my hand, shaking firmly. He moves like he might kiss the back of my hand
but doesn't act on the response that seems as if it might be second nature to
him.
    “Hugh Simmons.
It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” He raises his eyebrows at me. I can see
the smooth operators they are, but I have no time nor desire to have my hands
kissed and their smooth talking couldn't fall on worse ears than mine.
    I hold my hand
out to the right. “This is Brandon Howell, my assistant. He will be the one to
call if you need anything.” I find a chair and sit with Brandon beside me.
    “So if I need
a question answered, it will be Brandon answering it in the future?” Logan
asks, annoyed almost.
    “Yes.” I don’t
smile when I look them both in the eyes. I have dealt with this sort of
bullshit my entire career. Men have no issue dealing with a pretty assistant as
long as she fits the mold, but they always have an issue with the woman being
the boss and the gay guy being the assistant. It drives me to a savage place. A
stabby place.
    “If we need to
reach you?” Logan asks, narrowing his gaze.
    “We sort of
assumed you would be at our beck and call.” Hugh crosses his legs, tapping
lightly on the arm of the chair.
    “I do all the
research and risk assessment. My workload for each client is lengthy and drawn
out when a takeover is being contemplated. Would you rather me on the phone,
twirling my hair for you or with my face stuck in a history of the company’s
hidden endeavors?”
    They both
offer up raised brow stares each.
    “I don't get
paid to twirl my hair, gentlemen. I pass on the information to Brandon. He has
much nicer hair and a better set of social graces than I do. He is just as
informed about your company and future endeavors as I am.”
    Brandon
chuckles under his breath. Logan nods. “I can see we will be in very capable
hands.”
    I nod. “Let us
hash out the details of this company you are wishing to buy, rather then
worrying about the formalities of who you are going to talk to on the phone.”
    Logan laughs,
crossing his arms. “Fine!”
    I take a deep
breath, catching a whiff of his cologne. It hits me in the face, stopping me
from thinking. I have smelled that before, but where?
    He leans in on
me at the large table as I sit down. “Do you need a hand with any of the final
details?” he mutters with his hot breath on the side of my face, sending
shivers down my spine.
    I turn, facing
him with a narrow glare, wanting to push him away but there is something about
his eyes and smell that gives me déjà vu.
    “No, thank
you.”
    Brandon and
Hugh speak over the finer details as they each get a coffee. It dawns on me
then Hugh is also gay and the smooth-talker