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thing is an act.
    Logan nods at
me, still laying it on fairly thick. I can tell his isn’t an act. “You want to
get a drink and talk about the future?”
    “I don’t date
clients, thank you anyway.”
    He cocks an
eyebrow, offering up a smug grin. “Who said date? I meant business meeting.”
    “If you have
any questions or concerns, Brandon can deal with them. I will do everything I
can to expedite the research and get you a list of top candidates I suspect
will be close to running out of options and be prime for the picking.”
    “I don’t need
Brandon to deal with me,” he whispers, leaning in closer. “I was hoping we
could have worked closely together.” My stomach drops.
    “Mr. Bennett,
it was lovely to meet you and now I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Bennett,” I
say quickly, hating that I’ve just said his name twice in one sentence like a
desperate idiot. He must know he’s unnerving me, even if I refuse to admit it.
I stand abruptly, annoyed by his affect on me. Perhaps it’s the cologne or the
heat of his body next to mine. Either way, the night before has compromised my
judgment and ability to do my job with him in the room.
    Brandon gives
me a look but I shake my head subtly. “It was a pleasure to meet you both and I
will have Brandon here finish up with the small details.”
    Brandon clasps
his hands together. “We have already hammered out most of the details.”
    I shake Hugh’s
hand, realizing how soft and manicured it is. How did I miss that the first
time?
    When I shake
Logan’s he slips a card in between our palms. “If you change your mind about
drinks, call, Hannah.” He says my name like it’s something special or just
mystifies him completely.
    I swallow
hard, gritting my teeth at his forwardness. “Have a great day.” I turn, running
from the room like a nut.
    When I get
back in my office I slump into the chair, wiping the sweat from my brow. I
glance at the glow on my fingertips and wonder how long I was sweating and if
anyone else saw it.
    Brandon comes
in moments later, closing the door. “What the hell was that about?” He throws
his hands in the air. “What is wrong with you?”
    “Oh my God, I
don't know. He was throwing himself at me.”
    “No, you are
in heat. You have desperate divorcée written all over you.” He leans his back
against the door, shaking his head. “What is going on with you? I told you to
bring the bitch and you brought her sleazy sister. You were cat and mousing him
all over that office.”
    “I wasn't, I
swear. I just—well, I did something last night and I can’t talk about it.
It has me on edge, and the divorce. I don't know.” I can’t think how to explain
it so I shrug. “I just should have taken a couple days off and I didn't.”
    “Well,
whatever it was, I hope you got laid because you are acting like a nut.” He
snaps his fingers at me while pursing his duck lips.
    My mouth opens
but my lips don't move. He nods knowingly as I blush and look stunned. He slaps
the folder down on my desk. “Hot damn, that is what I’m talking about. Miss
Hannah got herself some.“ I scowl but he laughs harder. “This is the stuff I
had put together for the meeting, which you just blew off. At least Hugh asked
me out and I am certain Logan is still panting in the elevator. I doubt they
noticed the massive blow off.” He points at me, nodding slightly. “Keep your
secrets, milady, but I can smell orgasm all up in this office. Dirty bitch.” He
opens the door, leaving with a nasty little grin.
    I call Bec,
finally responding to the hundred messages she sent while I was in that
meeting.
    “Morning.” I
don't know what else to say. How do I explain any of it? I don't even remember
everything and I’m not sure about what I do.
    “Omg, how was
last night?” Her voice is desperate.
    “It
was—fun.”
    “Fun? Fun?
Seriously? That's it?”
    I wince,
knowing it will kill her. “I signed a confidentially waver and discloser
agreements. I can