and he learned how to play dirty.
One day his mentor failed to show up for a meeting. Familiar with the deal, he closed the contract personally with a higher margin of profit.
The company fired the executive and hired him immediately. Logan never looked back.
Until now.
He set the snifter on the coaster and got up from the easy chair. No need to start questioning himself. He achieved his goals and finally proved his worth. Just like his mother always wanted.
He grabbed the poker and stirred the fire. Hissing logs popped in the silence. He must be tired. He certainly wasn’t lonely. His life was too busy to waste precious time exploring the strange emotions bubbling up inside of him. By morning, he’d be back in control and start on his plan to get Chandler into his bed.
“May I have your attention, please?”
Chandler gazed at a dozen pair of eyes, all filled with doubt and curiosity. Shorts and t-shirts replaced the business suits. The excess office furniture had been moved into storage and in its place exercise mats were spread out on the floor.
The late afternoon sun cast relaxing patterns about the spacious room. Chandler immediately surmised that her students, which mostly consisted of males, were not too keen on the idea of dealing with stress. Brows lowered in confused frowns. Low murmurs rose and fell through the air. She guessed their distress was caused by the noticeable absence of their esteemed leader, who had yet to show. She fought back a surge of anger and decided to start the class. If the other night caused a change of heart in Logan Grant, so be it. She’d make her workshop a success without him.
“My name is Chandler Santell and I’ll be the instructor working with you over the next few months.” Her gaze swept the room. “I regret we have to start without Mr. Grant, but I’m sure he’ll join us later. As we all know in the business world, sometimes we get caught up in pressing schedules which demand most of our time.”
“Ah, but as someone once told me, we must always allow time for certain pleasures.”
Chandler turned at the masculine voice behind her. Her gaze collided with amused gray eyes. She felt her cheeks burn as she remembered their prior conversation. Keeping her voice neutral, she said. “Please join us, Mr. Grant. I’m glad you could make it.”
His eyes swept over her figure as he closed the distance between them. He smiled lazily. “Please call me Logan. I prefer to be on a first name basis with people I work closely with.”
She fought the next blush threatening to overcome her, and nodded her agreement, not trusting herself to speak. Logan lowered himself to the mat and stretched his long, powerful legs in front of him. He propped his hands up behind his back and exchanged easy banter with his employees. Grudgingly, she admitted he looked as much at ease in his gray sweatshirt and jogging shorts as he did in his expensive tailored suits. His forearms and legs were sprinkled with dark hair, his lightly tanned skin gave him a healthy glow. His pose made his sweatshirt stretch and cling to his broad chest, reminding her of how his muscles had jumped under her touch. Chandler cleared her throat and forced her thoughts away from the man who’d haunted her dreams last night. She refused to let him bully her with his deep, rich voice or his sexual innuendoes. She pulled herself back to reality and turned to face her class.
“Most of you don’t know what to expect from this workshop so I’d like to give you an overview. First, I want to assure you I won’t make everyone sit in Lotus position while we chant to relieve ourselves of stress. At least not the first week.” Everyone laughed.
“We all want to learn how to be more productive on our jobs by taking
One day his mentor failed to show up for a meeting. Familiar with the deal, he closed the contract personally with a higher margin of profit.
The company fired the executive and hired him immediately. Logan never looked back.
Until now.
He set the snifter on the coaster and got up from the easy chair. No need to start questioning himself. He achieved his goals and finally proved his worth. Just like his mother always wanted.
He grabbed the poker and stirred the fire. Hissing logs popped in the silence. He must be tired. He certainly wasn’t lonely. His life was too busy to waste precious time exploring the strange emotions bubbling up inside of him. By morning, he’d be back in control and start on his plan to get Chandler into his bed.
“May I have your attention, please?”
Chandler gazed at a dozen pair of eyes, all filled with doubt and curiosity. Shorts and t-shirts replaced the business suits. The excess office furniture had been moved into storage and in its place exercise mats were spread out on the floor.
The late afternoon sun cast relaxing patterns about the spacious room. Chandler immediately surmised that her students, which mostly consisted of males, were not too keen on the idea of dealing with stress. Brows lowered in confused frowns. Low murmurs rose and fell through the air. She guessed their distress was caused by the noticeable absence of their esteemed leader, who had yet to show. She fought back a surge of anger and decided to start the class. If the other night caused a change of heart in Logan Grant, so be it. She’d make her workshop a success without him.
“My name is Chandler Santell and I’ll be the instructor working with you over the next few months.” Her gaze swept the room. “I regret we have to start without Mr. Grant, but I’m sure he’ll join us later. As we all know in the business world, sometimes we get caught up in pressing schedules which demand most of our time.”
“Ah, but as someone once told me, we must always allow time for certain pleasures.”
Chandler turned at the masculine voice behind her. Her gaze collided with amused gray eyes. She felt her cheeks burn as she remembered their prior conversation. Keeping her voice neutral, she said. “Please join us, Mr. Grant. I’m glad you could make it.”
His eyes swept over her figure as he closed the distance between them. He smiled lazily. “Please call me Logan. I prefer to be on a first name basis with people I work closely with.”
She fought the next blush threatening to overcome her, and nodded her agreement, not trusting herself to speak. Logan lowered himself to the mat and stretched his long, powerful legs in front of him. He propped his hands up behind his back and exchanged easy banter with his employees. Grudgingly, she admitted he looked as much at ease in his gray sweatshirt and jogging shorts as he did in his expensive tailored suits. His forearms and legs were sprinkled with dark hair, his lightly tanned skin gave him a healthy glow. His pose made his sweatshirt stretch and cling to his broad chest, reminding her of how his muscles had jumped under her touch. Chandler cleared her throat and forced her thoughts away from the man who’d haunted her dreams last night. She refused to let him bully her with his deep, rich voice or his sexual innuendoes. She pulled herself back to reality and turned to face her class.
“Most of you don’t know what to expect from this workshop so I’d like to give you an overview. First, I want to assure you I won’t make everyone sit in Lotus position while we chant to relieve ourselves of stress. At least not the first week.” Everyone laughed.
“We all want to learn how to be more productive on our jobs by taking
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