The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Chapter 0180

Maria lent me the shortest skirt in her closet. It surely broke several dress codes.

“Dawn is going to write me up the minute she sees me wearing this,” I said, holding it up against me.

“It’s nothing worse than what Elena wore on the regular,” Maria said. “In fact, unless they changed it, I’m fairly sure the last CEO purposefully rewrote the last dress code just so Elena could keep wearing those revealing clothes.” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I wasn’t too sure about this anymore. Elena wasn’t exactly a role model. I shouldn’t be aspiring to be her.

Rachel’s entire plan was folly. I shouldn’t be seducing Logan at work. But, even knowing how bad of an idea it was, I was feeling kind of desperate. I wanted him to look at me and desire me. His cool indifference had been infuriating the past few days.

I wanted my husband. Or, at least, my boyfriend.

Right now, he was treating me like a stranger.

“Take a change of clothes with you,” Maria said, pacifying me. “If you get in trouble, or feel uncomfortable, you can always change.”

I nodded. I could live with that.

Taking the skirt into the bathroom I changed. I added some sheer stockings underneath so I wouldn’t feel quite so naked. On top, I wore a white, button–down blouse. I undid the top three buttons, revealing just a hint of cleavage. I pulled on my blazer too, just for some sense of myself in this outfit.

When I exited the bathroom, Maria was waiting. As she looked at me, her eyes bugged out a little.

“Hazel, you look hot!”

Maria’s compliment gave me the confidence I needed to walk into the office in this outfit. I didn’t really want anyone else to see me except Logan, however, so after getting off the elevator, I wasted no time in walking toward his office.

1 knocked on his door and opened it… only to find the office empty.

Deflated somewhat, I closed the door and went to my desk. Checking my computer, I found several messages from Logan telling me about a few last minute meetings assigned for that morning. His schedule had him fully booked until mid–afternoon.

Sitting in my chair, I tucked my legs under my desk. At least, like this, no one would see me. I could do my work for the day without leaving this chair.

I answered emails, made a few calls, and handled some client’s concerns, all without leaving my desk. At lunchtime, when most of the office had left, I sneaked down to the bathroom. Then, I went straight back to my desk with no one noticing.

Logan returned around two o’clock.

“Afternoon Haz… er, Miss Whitaker,” he said as he passed by me on his way to his office. “Give me two minutes to get settled, then come in and I’ll brief you on these meetings.

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+25 BONUS

“Yes, Sir,” I said quickly. My nerves began to prickle as my trepidation and excitement grew in equal measure. This was my moment, my chance to put my plan into action to see if Logan really did lose his attraction to me.

Alternatively, this could all blow up in my face and I could end up embarrassing myself.

The next two minutes were some of the longest in my life, as I wavered between believing in myself and thinking this is the worst plan I’d ever agreed to.

At the end of the two minutes, it became the moment of truth.

“Come on, Hazel,” I whispered to myself. “You didn’t wear this outfit all day just for him to not see it.”

With my own encouragement, I pushed myself up to my feet and then walked into Logan’s office. I stopped just two steps in, not going all the way to his desk. I didn’t want him to miss the way my legs looked in these stockings.

“Logan,” I said.

“It’s Mr. Hatfield when we’re… in the office…” He looked up and his voice immediately trailed as his eyes went wide. He swallowed thickly; I watched his neck work. “Hazel.”

“Yes, Sir?”

He cleared his throat. His gaze moved down the length of my body catching on my cleavage and then on the curve of my hips. He openly ogled my legs.

“Close the door,” he said.

I turned to close it. As I faced him once more, I caught him checking out my ass.

Okay, so the man was definitely attracted to my body.

His hands curled into fists on his desk. “Explain.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Why are you dressed like that?”

To seduce you, didn’t sound like the best reason right now. At least, maybe it was too blunt.

“You’ve been so cold to me lately,” I said. “You put in this distance. And, I don’t know. Our relationship isn’t even really established yet, but it feels like it’s already falling apart.”

“So you wanted to seduce me.”

Well, shit. Guess that was why he was a good leader: he could read between the lines.

“I wanted to feel like you still wanted me…” I said, softer. This was such a stupid plan. I really did feel foolish now. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I lowered my head.

Logan stood up from his chair and crossed the room to stand in front of me.

You really have no idea, do you? How much I want you?”

At his words, I looked up and found him staring at me with such heat, the chill around me immediately fizzled and burned.

“I’m not being cool to push you away, Hazel. The truth is, if I don’t maintain my distance, I might do something exceedingly reckless.”

I pleasant shiver ran up my spine. That sounded a lot like a promise. “Such as?”

Logan placed his hands on my hips and inched me back farther and farther until my back was flat against the door. From this vantage, we were mostly hidden from the windows of the office that lead out into the hallway.

Logan’s gaze dipped down to my mouth. I licked my lips.

His fingers inched down my hips until his fingertips teased the edge of my shirt along the top of my thigh. I sighed then held my breath.

Slowly, he leaned in, closer and closer, until finally, blessedly, his lips covered mine and he licked his way into my mouth.

Immediately, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and keeping him there. His fingers tugged up my shirt, revealing my panties. His hands dragged around to the back of my thighs where he cupped and squeezed my ass.

I gasped against his lips.

“I want you, Hazel. I’ve never stopped wanting you…” His voice was lust–rough, deep and gravelly. “My desire for you is a behind a floodgate. If I let it open, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Who wants you to stop?” I whispered.

His lips crashed once more against mine, more insistent this time.

My body was so hot, I arched my back, pushing my front more fully into his hard, unyielding chest.

I could so easily lose myself like this, and God, did I want to.

With the way Logan was devouring my mouth, he was already halfway gone too.

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But then someone knocked on the door hard enough that it rattled through my whole body.

“Logan? Are you in there? It’s Dawn.”