"How did you get that picture?" she asked. The best defense was always a good offense.
"Someone slipped it into my interoffice mail," he said dryly. "Anonymously, of course."
"Why are you showing it to me?"
"Perhaps I'm surprised, given that you've told me often how you don't have time for a social life."
"This event," she said, gesturing to the photo, "was for the American Lung Association benefit. I'm sure you understand why it's an important cause to me."
He met her gaze. "I would have escorted you."
She couldn't stop a tiny gasp of surprise. "You? But you've been at great pains to tell me you don't date."
"So this was a date?" He pounced on her words. "Did you ask him?"
Her back stiffened. "My private life is my own."
"If you need to attend a social event, I will escort you."
She stared at him. He couldn't be serious. "Is this an order?"
He leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes. "Does it need to be?"
"I don't intend to let you or anyone else dictate what I do on my personal time."
"I don't like the word 'dictate'. I merely suggested what you might do to—ah, please me. Most of my employees wish to do so."
Amanda sucked in a breath, and leaned over his desk. "If you are implying that I might lose my job over my social life, let me inform you that would be sexual harassment."
"Have I said anything about sex?" He raised his brows. She saw the heat in his gray eyes.
Amanda knew she'd made a mistake. Because the word "sex" had jumped onto the desk between them, dressed up like a red-hot devil, and throbbing with passion. She couldn't think of any response as her brain was fully occupied with a heated fantasy of Logan standing up and strolling around the desk, reaching out a hand and raising her from her seat. Then he'd lay her across his desk—
"And you can't sue me for my thoughts," Logan said softly.
She pulled back. "You can't control my private life."
"Nor do I wish to," he responded. "But if you think about what I'm saying instead of getting upset, you'll see it would have made more sense for me to go with you. Obviously, you support this charity because of your sister's illness. I would have been happy to make a—suitable donation to the cause."
"You still could," she muttered.
He laughed. "Make it worth my while."
"That's cold, you know."
"Yes, it is. And I'm cold." He met her gaze straight on. "Accept that fact and save yourself a lot of heartache."
She stood abruptly. "Don't worry. I don't intend to have any heartache over you."
"Good." He leaned back in his chair, all cool control and hot testosterone. Handsome as sin and twice as dangerous.
The little red devil jumped off the desk and skittered through her brain. What would Logan do if she lifted her skirt? Could she snap his control? Or would he simply smile, stroll around the desk, bend her over it, and pound her into ecstasy?
She feared the latter. The man was too appealing to her, and she knew him well enough to know he'd be an expert at anything he chose to do.
"This conversation is over." If she didn't leave soon, she would make a terrible mistake.
"Agreed." Logan palmed his phone. "Plan to have dinner with me tonight."
She opened her mouth to issue a sharp refusal.
"Felipe will pick you up downstairs at 6," he said. "We're having problems with the Dallas Robotics deal."
Chapter 16
Amanda tried not to be nervous as they rode in silence to Logan's home. She'd been surprised when he informed her that they'd have dinner at his place, but his tone had been curt, and she didn't have a good reason to argue. Certainly, he wasn't acting like seduction might be on his mind.
In fact, he seemed unusually tense, almost angry. Perhaps he was still mad about the photo.
She'd be glad to get the meeting over with. She'd spent the afternoon reviewing all her notes about Dallas Robotics and speaking with the other company employees assigned to the case. As far as she could tell, everything was in order.
Of course, Logan had contacts higher up in the target company, so he may well have heard something she had not.
She sighed as Logan unlocked his door, one of only a few on the hallway facing them as they exited the elevator. Yeah, Rosie was probably right. Looked like he was loaded. The beautiful, well-maintained building on Park