Page 32 of Sins or Secrets
“I’d like to speak to Mr. Savage for a moment if he’s free.I apologize that I didn’t make an appointment.I can now if that’s what I need to do.” I sound nervous.
“Oh I’ll see if he has a few seconds if it’s brief.What was your name?”
I almost feel disappointed at the question of my name.I was hoping she knew me and was just being nice.Maybe it’s better though if she didn’t know who I was.
Being the daughter of a man who stole millions from people who’d invested their life savings, and also killed a man isn’t exactly something you’d want everyone to know.
“Quinn, just Quinn,” I answer, not wanting to give either surname or be that Ms. Person I’ll be when my divorce comes through.
“Thanks darlin,” she replies then picks up the phone and calls Logan.
I hear him answer and the rasp of the deep masculine tone of his voice.It’s still sexy as hell, and overpowering.
When Ivy tells him I’m here to see him and I hear the hesitation in his voice my nerves spike.Suddenly I wonder if he might tell her he doesn’t want to see me, or if he might get her to make an appointment for me to come back later.Either would be awkward.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I lose track of their conversation and snap back to focus when Ivy sets the phone back on the hook.
“His office is at the end of that corridor,” she states to my surprise and points down the corridor to our left.
“Thank you.”
“You’re most welcome.”
I give her one last smile and make my way down the corridor she directed me to.My heels click against the floorboards and as I get to the middle of the corridor I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror on the wall.
I look a little tired and dull.Opposites of Monica for sure who had vibrant skin and glossy hair.Glossy hair you’d want to show off.I’m pretty certain she wouldn’t have to pile her hair on top of her head into a messy bun because she didn’t get the chance to take care of it.
I haven’t been to the salon in months.Not since the whole scandal with Riley and Dad hit.So we were approaching the six-month mark.
I get to the end of the corridor.Logan’s office door has his name on it on a gold plaque.The door is wooden and old-fashioned looking.It reminds me of those old detective movies my grandmother used to watch.Something like Casablanca.
I knock and push the door open when he tells me to come in.
As the door swings open I take in the vision of the ridiculously gorgeous man sitting behind a grand mahogany desk.The sheer masterpiece of his sculpted,angular face delivers a punch to my gut and I wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get through the next six months without staring at him and openly ogling the size of his muscles.
Especially when he’s dressed like that.
A white button down shirt is seamlessly painted on him with the top two buttons left purposely undone revealing sun-kissed skin as golden as his face.
With his jaw set in that tense badass expression and those baby blues boring into me he was supposed to look intimidating but I’ve always found that look sexy.I should have known that would always be the cornerstone of my problems with this guy.
The sole root that would do very little to deter me from him.
“Hi,” I manage.
“Morning,” he replies.
I go a little closer as he straightens and home in on the woman inside me who needs to gather her strength to set her life back on track.That’s who I need now, particularly when I think of how this man used to be mine and now he’s not.
I really must have walked through that door to the alternate dimension.
“Thank you for seeing me. Your place looks great.Suits you,” I say.
“Thank you. Who told you where to find me?”
For a second I consider my answer, wondering if Bree would be mad at me if I told him it was her.Then I reason out that he’ll probably guess it was her eventually if I say a friend told me.
“Bree did. She was just bringing me up to speed with what I missed because I’ve decided to accept the offer.I’m gonna stay for the six months and do all the stuff Aunt Lilly wanted me to do.I wanted to talk to you about it.”
