Page 15 of His Good Girl
“Honestly, this is going to be fun watching you two.”
“How so?”
“He’s grumpy, you’re sunshine. Always makes for a good pairing, if you ask me.”
“Humph.” I don’t want to think of us as a pair. He’s a dick. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to shove the expression he had on his face away when I returned to my desk from my run-in with John Jeffers. It will haunt me, taunt me,temptme.
It was fierce and protective; even if it was for a fleeting second, I saw it. I’m trying to deny it, I haven’t thought about it really until now when Rue mentioned us being a pair.
“Well, I’m sure he probably has some seductress as his girlfriend, and I’m a mere annoyance to his day,” I add.
“Oh, that’s his type. My friends and I see him out sometimes, always with a different woman. Last time, a few nights ago, he was with this one. She was all over him. He didn’t seem that into her, but she was fawning all over him.”
“Naturally.”
“Right? So I’m pretty sure you have to be something extra special to grab his attention. She was hot, sexy, and all the things you’d imagine he’d want.”
I look back over my shoulder as we get to the elevators, and Rue stabs the button, giving a quick two-finger wave to the Security guard who seems to have taken her place.
If hot and sexy are the things he looks for, and even that’s not enough, then I’m out. Not that I want to bein. He is my boss, an asshole, and fifteen years older than me. If those three things weren’t enough to put me off him in a sexual sense, then the air of danger that seems to waft off him definitely does. He might be the city’s most eligible bachelor, according to the Grove City Times, but to me, he is as ineligible as they come.
Chapter10
Logan
Thanking whatever deity is out there that Serena has left for lunch, I let out a low growl and throw my pen down.
“This is fucking pointless.” I can’t concentrate. I can’t focus. She is consuming every thought.
Deciding to call it quits, I rise and put my jacket on. Clearing off my desk and locking away the case files in the safe, I reach for my coat as I stride past the hook, slinging it over my arm. Shutting the office door behind me and locking it, I make tracks back to my penthouse as quickly as I can.
As I push open the door, I hear singing coming from the kitchen and smile.
“Rose?”
She peers around the separating wall, scowling at me as I close the door. “What are you doing here? It’s lunchtime.”
“I’m aware. Needed to get out of the office.”
“Problems?”
“Nope.”
“Tired?”
“How did you guess?” I lie.
“I can see it on your face. You look worn.”
“Thanks.”
She chuckles. “That was left for you about ten minutes ago.” She points to a large brown envelope lying on the dining table.
“Oh?” I murmur.
“Posted through. I didn’t see who it was.”
Nodding, I pick it up and consider its contents carefully. I vowed to get her out of my head, but that was after I asked the P.I. to dig into her life.
