I thought I would introduce you to Logan and Hannah, the characters from Auctioned to the Bad Boy CEO which is scheduled for release in February. This is the beginning of their story.
Enjoy, I hope. :-)
(Please bear in mind this hasn't been through edits yet, and may well change.)
"That's insane. You're supposed to be making the company money, not cost them a fortune." James from finance piped up, his ridiculous put on posh accent grating on her nerves like it always did.
Why he felt the need to adopt that around the new CEO was beyond her. By the looks of Logan Bryce, he hadn't exactly spent any time in the posher circles. Hannah had done her homework on the new boss. While he kept his private life under very close wraps, it was common knowledge that Logan was a self-made man. Brought up in the East End of London, he'd worked his way up the corporate ladder. An innate knack for investment had made him rich quickly, and nowadays he made his business taking over companies, making them better and selling them for profit. As luck would have it, Premiere Events had slid onto his radar, and they all had to fight to keep their jobs.
He’d said he wanted extraordinary proposals, and she thought she’d delivered. So, she was willing him to look up and at least acknowledge her existence. However, his head remained bowed over her written reports the entire time she’d been speaking. His rapt attention could’ve been a good sign had she not recognized her personnel file. No doubt he was plotting how best to sack her, and she’d just given him the perfect ammunition to do so.
"Well, let's not be too hasty in that assessment, James." Monique, who’d delivered a flawless proposal for the wedding of a minor royal prior to Hannah smiled her saccharine sweet smile and leaned forward to give everyone around the conference table a good eyeful of her boosted cleavage.
Predictably Logan's gaze shifted to the wanton display of the other woman's wares and stayed there. Monique and she had been friends of sorts before this takeover and the every-person-for-themselves-scramble to keep their jobs, which Logan Bryce had forced on them all. For that reason alone, Hannah ought to dislike him, but the opposite was true.
She was far too aware of him as a man. Everything about him intrigued her. He stood at well over six feet, with a shock of messy black hair which was too long for the usual executive type. Black eyes, which seemed to have the ability to look right into your psyche. Add muscles, which strained against the fine cloths of his tailor-made suits, and Logan Bryce commanded attention wherever he went. He bought and sold companies like other people changed their clothes, and everyone had been in a flutter of apprehension when he’d purchased Premier Events. No one more so than Hannah, who’d been here ever since she’d left school, had worked herself up the ladder, and was damn proud of her achievements. If they meant there had been little room for romantic encounters, then so what. They didn’t make little battery-operated friends for nothing, after all, and Hannah was on very intimate terms with hers. Who needed a man… then Logan happened…
Every time she looked at him, her thoughts went down decidedly naughty avenues, which no doubt had a lot to do with her coming up with this auction plan in the first place. Still, if he sacked her, she would at least sleep better at night and not be plagued by erotic dreams of his large hands all over her body.
“An auction would be fun, especially if the staff joined in. I dare say we would garner a lot of attention if we put you on the auction block, Mr. Bryce.” Monique tittered in laughter like some darn school girl with a crush and Hannah rolled her eyes.
Really, could she be any more obvious in her attempts to get into his good graces and his
Those large hands of his tightened on the papers he held, and Hannah couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way his knuckles whitened.
“I’m not for sale, Monique. Nor would I expect any of the staff up there unless they wanted to be.” His deep, gravelly voice held an edge of steel and disapproval, which settled straight in Hannah’s lower regions. Lordy, that voice. If it was possible to come from the sound of a man’s voice alone, then Logan’s would definitely fit the bill. Sex on dangerous legs, that was her new boss. If the rumors were to be believed he discarded women with the same speed he sold companies. The man was a player for sure, another reason to leave her fantasies where they ought to be—locked away in her head.
Logan ran a hand through his hair. His shirt sleeve raised just enough to reveal the edge of an intriguing tattoo under his cufflinks. Hannah idly wondered how many he was hiding under the veneer of the business executive. She could just as easily picture him on the back of a motorcycle.
Jeez, there I go again with the inappropriate thoughts. Focus!
“Tell me, Ms. Hudson, are you willing to auction yourself off for this charity?”
Logan focused his attention on her, and that internal pep talk she'd just given herself evaporated like mist on a Summer's morning. Okay, maybe it had been better not being under his focus because the unwavering stare made her feel like his prey about to be devoured by the lion.
"I… that is…" Hannah gave up trying to talk past that huge lump in her throat and made a grab for her glass of water instead to lubricate her rusty vocal cords. Logan's eyes crinkled up at the corners as though he was amused by her and that thought spurred her on. "Of course not. That would be inappropriate and I'm not for sale either." She pulled her shoulders back and straightened her spine for good measure. Unfortunately, that action made the already stretched fabric of her sensible white blouse tighten further and the button gave way. Naturally, his gaze immediately dropped to the girls, and Hannah hastily flung her arm over her bust. Damn her naturally big boobs and the over generous curves in all the wrong places, Mother Nature had decided to bestow on her. Men only ever saw her boobs first. Add to that her naturally blonde hair and fair complexion, and she'd always had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously. Sure enough, the odious James sniggered at her ill-timed wardrobe malfunction.
“Oh, I don’t know. I would bid on you for sure, little Hannah.”
Her lack of height was another bone of contention, but before she could as much swing around to glare at James, Logan intervened.
“Need I remind you of our rules on sexual harassment, Mr. Herringey? Ms. Hudson would be perfectly within her rights to lodge a complaint.”
Hannah barely bit back her gasp of astonishment, while James turned a very unbecoming shade of green.
“I didn’t mean anything, and … well she has come up with this idea, so what’s a man to think other than—”
"Other than that Hannah made a perfectly valid, and I have to say a unique proposal in aid of a very good cause." Logan interrupted the other man and it was beyond gratifying to see James squirm in his seat. Beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead, and he visibly swallowed. Served the little weasel right. Every woman in the firm knew to stay out of reach of his wandering hands. It was good to know that those days seemed to be over under the new CEO. "That was what you were going to say, right, James?"
The head of finance opened and shut his mouth in a very good impression of a fish out of water, and then settled for a tight nod.
“Yes, of course, sir, but you can’t seriously think this a valid proposal. Such an event would leave us running at huge deficit, and—”
“Enough!” That one word sliced through the air with the force of a whip and everyone jumped, especially as it was accompanied by Logan’s fist pounding the conference table. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and then addressed Hannah again, as though he hadn’t just scared them all half to death. The rumors about his temper were true then, and that should really kill any attraction she felt to him dead right there. Having grown up with the threat of violence hanging over her and her sister, thanks to her mum’s string of abusive boyfriends, Hannah shied away from any male prone to a temper.
“Forgive me, do you need a moment to…” Logan waved in the general direction of her chest, and Hannah fought the immediate blush which crept into her cheeks. Damn her fair skin.
"Yes, thank you." She mumbled the words and turning her back onto the room hastily fixed the button back in place. Monique rolled her eyes, when she turned back around, not that she had any chance to respond to the other woman's silent sneer because Logan continued.
"Like Ms. Hudson quite correctly pointed out, sometimes you need to invest to gain the later benefits. With the government's drive to raise awareness of the rising issue of domestic violence, this is a timely and worthwhile proposal that I am happy to support. Hannah, you will be project manager for this. Monique, you will be her assistant. James, I expect that you will make available the necessary funds to ensure this event is a great success."
He paused, looked around the room and smiled. When his dark gaze landed on her, Hannah had to remind herself to keep on breathing.
“I’m counting on you to make this a success.”
"Yes, sir." Try as she might she couldn't project her voice past a breathy whisper, and his smile deepened, turned sinful. Hannah’s traitorous body reacted like a puppet on a string. Her nipples firmed and pushed against the confines of her cotton bra, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache between her legs. Lord help her, if he ever truly turned on the charm, she would be putty in his hands. No doubt he knew his way around a woman's body and judging by his darkening gaze he knew exactly what effect he was having on her. Damn the man and her wayward libido.
He reached under the table as though he was adjusting himself and that thought did absolutely nothing to calm down the rapid beat of her heart.
“Very well then, go. Make it happen, all of you.”
Hannah didn’t need to be told twice. She legged it away from him and the sinful temptation her boss represented, as fast her wobbly legs could carry her.
Hannah Watson has little time for romantic entanglements. After all, she hasn’t met a man yet who can beat her little battery-operated friend.
Until the new CEO arrives. Known for his ruthlessness in business, he’s also every woman’s wet dream—hers included. His temper alone should be a turn off, but her libido is not listening to reason.
Logan Bryce doesn’t tangle with his employees—ever—until curvy little Hannah makes all of him sit up and take notice. Who knew the starchy, always respectably dressed Ms. Watson had such a naughty side? Her proposal to auction off willing celebrities and suitable staff for a ‘date’ has appeal, especially with Hannah, herself, on the auction block.
The terms of the auction are clear—twenty-four hours commitment—plenty of time to get her out of his system.
What can possibly go wrong?
Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.