trailer, she crawled up to the open window. She reached inside and set the box fan down. After climbing through the window, she landed on the table underneath and moved over to the filing cabinet.
Her heart was surprisingly calm as she opened the drawer and pulled out the latest payroll statement. She took out her phone and snapped a picture. She slid the file back in place and closed the cabinet. Through the open window, she heard footsteps approaching the trailer. Looking around frantically, she tried to hide before the front door was thrown open. She felt a little silly having gone through all the trouble of climbing through the window only to discover the front door was unlocked. But the humor was lost under the pounding of her heart as she tried to make herself invisible.
“Bree?” The deep voice asked in a harsh whisper.
Bree popped her head out from behind the fern on top of the filing cabinet and stared down at Logan.
“What are you doing here?”
“I think the better question is, how did you get up there?” Logan put his hands on his hips and shook his head at her.
“I’m the reigning champion of the Simpson Family Hide and Seek Tournament. I’ll never give away my secrets,” she said, realizing she felt better just having him here with her.
Logan held up his arms in silent invitation as he laughed. Bree smiled in response and slid forward. Logan’s hands wrapped around her waist and Bree put her hands on his wide shoulders. When he lifted her down, her breasts brushed against him. Logan lowered her slowly, making sure she slid down the whole length of his hard body. Bree felt the excitement from the break-in mix with the sexual tension that had started the second he saved her.
“You do realize what you’re doing is illegal, right?” Logan asked, lowering his voice.
Bree shot him a smirk. “Only if you get caught.” She tried to pull away, but Logan kept his hands around her waist. She felt his fingers flex and saw raw hunger in his eyes.
“What are you doing here, Bree?” he asked again, his voice turning seductive as his hands moved to her hips.
“You’ll never get it out of me,” Bree said with more bravado than she felt. Especially when she realized she’d been leaning into him. Way to stay in control, her mind chided.
Logan’s fingertips danced along her back as he pulled her against him. “I can think of a way, many ways in fact, to get it out of you. I’ll warn you, it may take all night.”
Bree suddenly felt out of breath. Men usually did one of two things. They were such pushovers they did whatever she said or they tried to overpower her and take complete control of her. Logan was different.
And therein lay the difference between him and other men who had tried to be completely alpha. Logan was secure enough with himself that he didn’t have to try. He just was. And that is what made Bree long for him to do exactly what he threatened to do.
“Really?” she tried to say as calmly as she could while feeling Logan’s hand skimming her rib cage.
“Really. It’s just too bad someone’s coming or I’d show you,” he whispered against her ear.
“What?” Bree said loudly before Logan’s hand clamped over her mouth.
“Smooth, Simpson. I just heard a truck pull up. We need to get out of here.”
“We can go out the way I got in.” Bree hurried to the table and pushed Logan toward it. “You first. I can move quicker and hide if need be.”
“I don’t like . . .”
“Oh, I know. You’re the big, bad man and you want to protect me. But in this case, it’s better for you to go first.”
Reluctantly, Logan climbed onto the table as the sound of truck doors closing reached them. It took some angling, but he made it out the window. Bree threw her leg out the window and slid the rest of her body through before turning around and placing the fan back in front of the open window.
“Come on,” Logan whispered.
“Wait a minute,” Bree whispered back. She had