LOGAN
She looked amazing wandering my office, spinning in every direction to admire the open-glass view. In turn, my eyes wandered her legs. They crawled up from her sexy black boots to where her skirt bounced merrily around the backs of her thighs.
“This is incredible!”
The folders spread out across my desk weren’t the right ones. Or maybe they were, and I was just too distracted.
“This is all yours?” asked Holly. “The entire floor?”
“We shared it with another firm for a while,” I said. “But yes. It’s ours since last year, when we expanded.”
The place really was impressive. Twenty-fifth floor, southern-facing exposure. Floor to ceiling windows on most of the walls, bringing in blue skies and sunlight for most of the year. And I was proud of the expansion. Proud at having taken on so
