Page 2 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Ryan had smiled and tugged her ponytail, saying it’d just been a busy week. Whether that was true or not, things between them had gone back to normal the following Monday.

She’d never brought it up again. Until now.

“Okay, so my interest in Logan…never quite went away,” she admitted. “I didn’t want things to be weird between you and me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “So you lied?”

Well, when he put it like that… She shrank in her seat. “I’m sorry.” If he was going to help her, she’d have to come completely clean. “I really like him. A lot.”

“Do you two even have anything in common?”

She frowned. Truth was, despite being his executive assistant the past two years, she didn’t know a whole lot about Logan. She had no clue how he spent his free time, what he liked to watch on TV, or the one thing he wanted more than anything for Christmas. What shedidknow was that they came from vastly different backgrounds—her a farmer’s daughter from Dillon, Montana, and him from an affluent family.

She shook off her meager upbringing, holding her head high. She was a sophisticated city girl now with a closet full of pencil skirts and colorful stilettos. Surely they sharedsomeinterests. “I bet Logan and I have tons of things in common.”

“Like what?” Ryan asked, his lips curving up.

He was testing her. Mr. Anti-Relationship wasn’t going to help her unless she showed him that she and Logan were compatible.

Think.

Snapping her fingers, she said, “We both love Mexican food from Taco Guaco.” There. That was true. Logan often asked her to pick him up the lunch special from the hole in the wall restaurant across the street. Never mind that he always ate it in his corner office with the door closed.

Ryan smirked. “And nothing speaks love more than two people experiencing the aftereffects of bean burritos in unison. I totally agree.”

“Eww!”

He laughed. “So, why do you need my help?” He picked up the baseball on his desk and tossed it. “Why not tell him how you feel?”

“Two words.” She stood and snatched the ball in midair. “Mary Beth Simmons.”

He maneuvered around his desk and took a seat. “Isn’t that technically three?”

She threw the ball at him. “Stop with the semantics. I’ve got a real problem here.”

“O-kay.” He tossed it back. “So, who is this woman?”

“Oh, please. Recently hired in accounting.” She tucked the ball under her arm, brought her hands up to the top of her admittedly small breasts, and pantomimed a large half circle.

A grin spread across his face. “Right. I remember them…um…her.”

She narrowed her eyes.Ofcoursehe knew about Mary Beth and her company assets. Everyone did, thanks to her sauntering into last month’s office Halloween party wearing a sexy nurse outfit and black fishnet pantyhose.

Sarah’s master plan for that event had gone out the window. She’d dressed in what she’d thought would be the perfect Lois Lane getup to complement her boss’s Clark Kent costume, thinking maybe, just maybe, he’d find it adorable and see what a perfect pair they were. Unfortunately, she always carried a notepad whenever she left her desk already, and with her wavy red hair, no one had quite got the outfit, including Logan.

While she’d sat in a corner, she and Ryan sharing a hunk of Oreo graveyard cake that his sister had made, Miss Sexy Nurse had pranced right up to Logan, flashed a thermometer, and offered to let him take her temperature.

She’d refused to look for either of them the rest of the evening, afraid she might find that they had both gone missing. Presumably with Mary Beth’s thermometer in hand.

“So, you think Logan’s got the hots for her?” Ryan asked, motioning for Sarah to toss the ball back.

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

“Have you seen them leave work together?”

“No,” she admitted, throwing it underhand like Ryan had taught her the one and only time she’d attempted to play on the company’s softball team.

“Was there a lunch date on his calendar with Mary Beth you happened to notice?” He pretended to wind the ball up for a fast one, but let it gently sail through the air.

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