her shiver.
He was on the phone when she opened the door, but he waved her in. He looked incredibly fresh this morning in a white button-down shirt, red silk tie and his usual precision-cut hairstyle. Even the cold tone of voice he was using on the phone didn't detract from his appeal.
Amanda repressed a sigh. It really was a shame to have to pass up the chance to get down and dirty with a guy like him. As much as she tried not to think about it, she couldn't help wondering what he would be like in bed. Would he focus all that intensity on her pleasure? Or was he more a git 'er done and move on to the next task kind of guy?
She didn't know why, but she was certain he would make some sort of effort to ensure a woman's pleasure. Though she probably was crazy. A guy who paid for sex didn't need to worry about a woman's feelings.
He clicked off the phone. "Good morning." He smiled at her and her heart turned over. Whoa, that was not good.
"I have a couple things I need to discuss with you," he said. "Please have a seat."
Okay, the pleasantries were over quickly with him. She'd need to get used to that. She sat.
"That was Jeremy Savin," he said. "We're going to move forward on buying his software company."
She nodded. It was a deal he'd assigned to her at the beginning of last week. "It's a good opportunity," she said.
"Can you travel to Dallas on Monday and start organizing the due diligence?"
"Are you going, too?"
He raised his eyebrows, as if surprised. "No. Dallas Robotics is a small business. You can handle it."
Okay, so he wasn't that anxious for her company. She tried to hide her chagrin at her egotistical assumption. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
"Good." Her cheeriness sounded fake even to her. "Anything else?"
"Yes." He captured her gaze. "I have to attend the Spensor Museum's annual dinner for the Board of Trustees tomorrow night. I think you should come with me."
Her mouth opened, but no words emerged. Did he spring these surprises on purpose just to keep her off balance?
She found her tongue. "What kind of request is that?"
His brows moved higher. "It wasn't a clear statement?"
"No." She had to be firm on this issue if he was going to make a habit of asking for her company at social events. "You don't date," she said. "So it's not a date. I won't serve as an escort. So it can't be that kind of assignation. So—" She shrugged. "I'm baffled."
"You may consider it one of your job duties."
She stiffened and he immediately raised one hand. "With no sexual obligation attached."
"Why don't you take your mistress?"
"I'm not filling that position right now," he said coolly. "That's why I've added the social duties to your job description."
"You can't just take over my evenings like that. What if I have a date?"
"Do you?"
His keen eyes bored into hers, and she was unable to lie.
"No," she admitted. But she damn well would have one next time he asked. In fact, she had to remember that the acquiring of a boyfriend was her number one priority. Logan would have to back off then.
"Fine." He looked like he was fighting a smile. "We'll consider that settled."
"I'll do it once." She gave him a level gaze. "But I don't want this socializing to be a permanent part of my duties."
"Don't be foolish. You'll make excellent contacts. I don't attend these events for pleasure myself. You could take a lesson from me."
Damn. He was right.
But she didn't trust him.
However, she could plainly see that arguing with him was not going to work. She'd have to handle each "request" as it appeared.
She began to rise.
"Sit down." He waved an impatient hand. "I have a favor to ask."
"Another one?" She perched on the edge of the chair.
He narrowed his eyes. "Don't push me. It's about Rosie."
Rosie? She hadn't expected that.
Logan rubbed the frown mark between his eyes. "I'm stuck with her until my regular assistant recovers from her surgery."
"Stuck with her?" Where was he going with this?
"It's complicated," he said impatiently. "We don't need to go into the details. But the fact is that she's not cut out for the business world."
No, that was obvious.
"Do you know what she really wants to do?" Logan continued.
"Her dream is to design her own fashion line." That wasn't a secret.
"Exactly."
"You want me to help her write a business plan?"
He laughed. "No,