Page 34 of Strictly Yours

He looks up from his papers and lets out a little groan when he sees my breasts thrust out.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Strickland,” I say in a throaty voice, my hands folded primly in my lap. “I’mveryinterested in being your new secretary, although I’ll settle intoany positionyou want me in.”

His dark eyes narrow hungrily on me.

“I like to workhard,” I say, licking my lips seductively. “In fact, nothing would please me more than to be on your desk while you work me as hard as you can.”

He sits back and crosses his arms, his eyes lifting, dark and slow, as they rake up my body, clearly undressing me.

“And what qualifications do you bring to the role, Miss Fletcher?”

I grin as I roam my eyes over Logan’s sexy suit.

“I’m great atdictation,” I say, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I prefer to work one-on-one with the boss and you’ll find that I’mvery goodat taking direction.”

“What about multi-tasking?” he asks in a low gravelly voice.

“Excellentat it,” I say, running my hand along my thigh. “I can use my mouth and my hands at the same time.”

“That will come in handy,” he says as his heated eyes drop to my legs. “I’ll be working that mouth and those hands very hard.”

“Sounds right up my alley,” I say, wiggling my shoulders. “Can I get ahands-ondemonstration of your leadership style?”

He grins as he stares me down.Uh oh. I know that look. It usually ends with me bent over, sweaty, and screaming his name.

Logan stands, his chair sliding back as he rounds the desk, his heated eyes fixated on me.

I shift in the seat, heart pounding as I watch him prowl closer. I’m trying to act like I’m not completely breathless. “I’m proficient at spreadsheets, spreading in the sheets, and anticipating my boss’ every, single, need.”

“Sounds like you’re perfect to work under me,” he says as he stops right in front of me and cups my jaw. God, my heart is pounding…

“And how are you at handlinglong, hard, demanding projects?”

I look up at him with an innocent look. “I don’t mind staying late to make sure the boss is satisfied.”

He groans, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “Do you follow instructions well?”

“Very well.” I lean forward just enough to show him some cleavage. “You say jump, I say how high. You say take off your panties, I say I’m not wearing any.”

His lips twitch like he’s holding back a groan.

“And what is your greatest weakness?” he asks, voice husky as he slides his hand to the back of my neck and into my hair. It gives me goosebumps.

I rise from the chair, dragging my hand up his red tie as I do. “Tall, grumpy CEOs. I can’t get enough of them.”

He closes the space between us in one step, his hand sliding to my hip as he growls, “You’re hired.”

I grin as I press up on my toes and whisper against his mouth, “I accept.”

My cheeks flush, and I try to play it cool, but the truth is—I’m completely in love with this man.

We’ve spent the past two weeks together, not missing one day. His real secretary Cassandra told me he’s taken more time off in the past two weeks than he has in the past decade. I loved hearing that.

But as amazing as it’s been, we both know it’s coming to an end. Willow and Greg return today. In fact, they may be in the city at this very moment.

We haven’t really talked about what’s going to happen next, but I know he wants me to stay.

He’s already made New York feel like home.

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