HANNAH

My breath was coming in short, harsh gasps. I forced my head back, straining against his hold so I could meet his gaze. I looked directly into his clear blue eyes, trying to project a strength I didn't possess.

"What do you want from me, Logan? Let me go right now. This is a workplace. This counts as harassment. I can ruin you with one phone call."

Logan chuckled, entirely unbothered by the threat. In fact, it seemed to amuse him even more. Slowly, his free hand came up, one of his long fingers gently brushing away a stray strand of auburn hair that had escaped my bun and...