Auctioned By The Ceo

“The theme of the evening will be ‘Violence is never the answer’.” Hannah finished her presentation with as much flourish as she could muster, considering the stunned silence that made the room fall as silent as a morgue.

"That's insane. You're supposed to be making the company money, not costing them a fortune." James from finance piped up, his ridiculous put-on posh accent grating on her nerves like it always did.

Why he felt the need to adopt that around the new CEO was beyond her. By the looks of Logan Bryce, he hadn't exactly spent any time in the posher circles. Hannah had done her homework on the new boss. While he kept his private life under very close wraps, it was common knowledge that Logan was a self-made man. Brought up in the East End of London, he'd worked his way up the corporate ladder. An innate knack for investment had made him rich quickly, and nowadays he made his business taking over companies, making them better and selling them for profit. As luck would have it, Premiere Events had slid onto his radar, and they all had to fight to keep their jobs.

He’d said he wanted extraordinary proposals, and she thought she’d delivered. So, she was willing him to look up and at least acknowledge her existence. However, his head remained bowed over her written reports the entire time she’d been speaking. His rapt attention could’ve been a good sign had she not recognized her personnel file. No doubt he was plotting how best to sack her, and she’d just given him the perfect ammunition to do so.

"Well, let's not be too hasty in that assessment, James." Monique, who’d delivered a flawless proposal for the wedding of a minor royal prior to Hannah, smiled her saccharine sweet smile and leaned forward to give everyone around the conference table a good eyeful of her boosted cleavage.

gaze shifted to the wanton display of the other woman's wares and stayed there. Monique and Hannah had been friends of sorts before this takeover and the every-person-for-themselves-scramble to keep

tailor-made suits, and Logan Bryce commanded attention wherever he went. He bought and sold companies like other people changed their clothes, and everyone had been in a flutter of apprehension when he’d purchased Premiere Events. No one more so than Hannah, who’d been here ever since she’d left school, had worked herself up the ladder, and was damn proud of her achievements. If they meant there had been little room for romantic encounters, then

lot to do with her coming up with this auction plan in the first place. Still, if he sacked her, she would at least sleep better at night and not be plagued by erotic dreams of his large hands all over her

be fun, especially if the staff joined in. I dare say we would garner a lot of attention if we put you

in her attempts to

and Hannah couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way his knuckles

If it was possible to come from the sound of a man’s voice alone, then Logan’s would definitely fit the bill. Sex on dangerous legs, that was her new boss. If the rumors were to be believed he discarded women with the same speed he sold companies. The man was a player for sure, another reason to leave her fantasies where they ought to be—locked away in

sleeve raised just enough to reveal the edge of an intriguing tattoo under his cufflinks. Hannah idly wondered how many he was hiding under the veneer of the business executive. She could