Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 4

"Relax, you're shaking like a leaf. Surely dancing with me is not such an abhorrent thought?"

Amusement tinged his deep voice, and Hannah drew a shuddering breath into her lungs and shook her

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“No, sir,” she whispered.

“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I spotted you in this dress. You look stunning

by the way. Now, trust me, little dove, and just let yourself go. This will all work out just fine, you’ll see.”

A snort was her answer this time, but she did follow his lead and soon relaxed in his arms as the magic

of the dance worked in his favor. He twirled her around the dance floor in ever faster moves, and when

she stumbled it gave him the perfect excuse to pull her in even tighter. It was torture and bliss all rolled

into one as her soft curves fit against the hard planes of his body, as though she was made just for him.

A far too fanciful thought but with her short puffs of breath hitting his jaw, it seemed fitting. Logan rested

his chin on her head, and something like a whimper escaped the woman in his arms, as she sank into

his embrace. All too soon the dance was over and the strange bubble they’d been in evaporated.

“Thank you for the dance, sir, but I’ve got duties to attend to, so please let me go.”

“Logan, please. Surely, we’re familiar enough after that dance to be on first name terms?”

A shiver went through her, and she shook her head.

“I beg to differ, sir. We only danced, in full view of everyone, so that’s hardly—”

“I could arrange for a more private dance, if you prefer, sweet Hannah.”

Hannah scowled and pushed him away with surprising force for someone so small.

“No.”

With that, she turned and left him standing on the dance floor.

"We shall see about that, little dove." Logan murmured the words to her departing back and did what

he came here to do, originally, network, while he kept an eye on his prey. It took every ounce of self-

control he possessed to not march over and plant his fist in James Herringey's podgy face when the

man cornered her a short while later. While Logan was too far away to hear what the other man was

saying to her, it was damn obvious Hannah didn't appreciate the man's advances. Her body language

practically screamed “get off”. The complete opposite of how she’d been in his arms. No doubt, having

seen her on the auction sheet, the guy was trying his luck. The thought of anyone bidding on her and

winning the right to spend time with her made that never far away ball of fury in his gut tighten. His

hands fisted into balls, and he took deep breaths to control the red mist which had clouded his younger

years. It was the sole reason why he'd agreed to this event truth be told. It wouldn't do to lose his

temper here. That never achieved anything, and he didn't want to be responsible for another young

woman lying in a coma. One was one too fucking many. He shook his head to clear it of those dark

thoughts. Remnants of the nightmare that had been and was his life. Things he could never atone for in

a million lifetimes.

The Master of Ceremonies announced the start of the auction.

“Ladies and gentlemen, now that we’re all nicely warmed up, let’s get on with the real reason why

you’re all here. Who would like to go home with a date tonight?”

Loud cheers rang out, James's one being one of the loudest, and Hannah looked as though she

wanted to be anywhere but there. She slowly inched away from the other man, and, arms wrapped

around her middle, watched the proceedings with a deep frown pulling her brows together.

“We’ve had some last-minute additions to this list, so without further ado, let’s begin. First up for

auction is none other than our Deputy Mayor. Let’s all put your hands together and welcome her to the

stage.”

The assembled crowd of London’s finest erupted into applause, and Hannah joined in without much

enthusiasm. Oh, she was far too easy to read, carrying her emotions on her face.

With everything else in his private life going to hell in a hand basket, he could do with a distraction. She

didn't know it yet, but little Hannah was at his mercy, and before the night was over she would be his,

come what may. Logan didn't usually mix business with pleasure. There was too much risk of muddying

the waters when you got involved with someone at work, but the terms of the auction were crystal clear.

She was his for twenty-four hours only. Plenty of time to discover the truly passionate woman he

sensed underneath the professional mask she wore. Plenty of time to get her out of his system. That

was the only reason she'd been occupying his thoughts lately. Once he'd sampled the delights of her

submission he would be able to move on. He always did, after all, and he had no reason to think this

time would be any different. It had simply been too long since he last got laid.