–Laura–
I don't know why they sent out bodyguards. And I had no clue where Logan was. All I knew was—I felt in heat. Again. Always in heat around Damien. Like a damn cat in mating season.
I'd just finished my work. The pizza had arrived over an hour ago, but my appetite was… elsewhere. I walked over to my boyfriend, who was half-lost in his computer screen, and pushed his swivel chair.
"Woah!" he yelped, jerking upright as I leaned in, hands aimed south. "Hey, stop that! That's harassment, madam. I don't care if you're the Vice-Chairman—woman, you can't just assault me like that!"
I scowled, arms crossed.
"Seriously?" I stared at him. "You're really going to call me a harasser?"
A sharp knock at the door cut our moment. Damien clutched his chest with a gasp like some Victorian virgin. I raised a fist, resisting the urge to actually punch his melodramatic ass.
I checked the hallway through the glass panel, then tapped my ID and opened the door wide for Logan.
