Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 17

Oh, to heck with it. In for a penny in for a pound and all that.

“Actually, yes there is. Could someone purchase some jeans and a plain t-shirt for me when the shops

are open, please. Size 14, petite lengths in the jeans.” She threw Logan a glance, somewhat

embarrassed at having to say her size in front of him, but the man had explored every inch of her

already. He knew full well she wasn’t a stick insect model type, and he seemed to like her body well

enough. Sure enough, his gaze grew heated as he ran it slowly over her body, and Hannah ended the

phone call rather more breathlessly than when she started it. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“I’ll pay for the clothes of course.”

Logan shook his head.

“Not a chance. The state of your dress is my fault, after all.”

Hannah wanted to argue, but the knock on the door stopped her. Logan strolled across to open it and

then stepped aside to let the tired looking bellboy push in the trolley containing a large bucket of ice

and several folded hand towels.

“Just leave it there, thank you.” Logan walked over to the chair which held his tuxedo jacket, pulled out

his wallet, and handed the youngster a bill.

“For your time.”

“Thank you, sir.” The young man who couldn’t be a day over eighteen, bowed, glanced at Hannah,

blushed, and hightailed it out the room.

Logan’s amused laughter washed over her, as she stepped up and wrapped a generous handful of ice

in one of the towels.

“I do believe the poor lad didn’t know where to look, not that I can blame him. You look hot in that shirt

… ouch.”

Hannah slapped the ice on his hand with much more force than was necessary, and grinned up at him

when he glared at her.

“You are full of shite, Logan Bryce. Now hold still and let the ice take down the swelling.”

Logan grumbled something and tugged her hair behind her ear with his uninjured hand.

“And you, sweet little Hannah, have a decidedly bossy streak.”

“And don’t you forget it.”