But, first things first.
He went straight to Deanna’s desk and noticed the small, chipper woman did not appear too happy. “Good morning Bridg, what’s up?”
“Oh. Mr. McCoy, I didn’t realize you were here yet.” She started and stood quickly from her desk. “How did it go in California? Is everything ok with the contract?”
“Things are fine. It was quite amusing, to say the least.”
“Really, How so?”
Logan knew Deanna liked to keep tabs on how things went in regards to his business dealings, so he figured he could share the information.
“Well, it didn’t turn out anything like I thought it would. I was supposed to meet with Jim Campbell, but he had something come up so he couldn’t make it. The interesting part was that I ended up having dinner with Heather.”
Deanna was just about to comment when she turned to address someone standing behind him. He turned around and at that moment, his heart began pounding loudly in his chest.
“Good morning, Sam. How did your meeting go?”
The look on her face told him one of two things. Either her meeting didn’t go well, or, which he was inclined to believe, she had overhead his comment about having dinner with Heather.
“Sam?” Deanna’s concerned tone caught Logan’s attention, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from Samantha.
“Is everything ok?”
Sam briefly glanced over at Deanna, then back at Logan. For a second she actually looked lost, confused even. Then, right before his very eyes, Sam’s entire demeanor changed, she masked any emotion he’d thought he had seen, and she turned her attention to his admin.
“Sorry. I’m fine. I need to… I just need to go return some phone calls.” With that, Sam left Logan staring after her.
Before he could cover his own mask of concern, Deanna caught his eye. Logan had known Deanna a long time, long enough for the woman to know when something was wrong. Thankfully, she had the decency to keep what she had seen to herself and turned the conversation back to his trip.
“So, you said dinner with Heather. You mean Heather Knight?”
Logan couldn’t see Sam anymore, so she had high tailed it across the third floor to her office. From where he stood, he could see that the door was shut, and she was likely inside planning his death. Shit.
“Yes. Heather Knight. It was all a mix up, but everything is fine with the At Last contract. We have nothing to worry about.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” Deanna responded, but she didn’t offer him the pleasant smile she often shared with the world. Instead, she turned back to her computer, dismissing him.
Hoping to hide out in his own office long enough for Deanna to forget about what had just happened, Logan was startled when Deanna called out from behind him.
“Logan, is something going on that I should know about?” She briefly glanced at Sam’s office door to give him a hint as to what she was referring to.
“No. Nothing is going on. I need to go check my calendar. Let me know if anything urgent comes up.” He replied, slamming his office door behind him.
~*~*~
Sam sat at her desk, staring blankly at the screen. Had she heard Logan correctly? Did he say he had dinner in California with Heather, his ex-girlfriend? Apparently she’d been right to question the spur of the moment trip, halfway across the country. On the weekend.
Shit.
How could she be so stupid?
She remembered thinking that it was a little strange that he headed out to California on a Friday night to take care of an issue with a contract that was already signed and finalized. Maybe that wasn’t the reason after all. Maybe he really went to see Heather.
She glanced down to see that her hands were shaking. Not only were her hands shaking, but her heart was beating frantically. It was happening all over again. She had allowed herself to care about someone, and she was being kicked in the gut one more time.
Sam felt the fury turn to rage deep inside. She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. She had fallen for Logan McCoy, her boss, and now, here she was, sitting in her office, in near tears. This was not what she should have been doing. There was too much going on with the current project that she should have been focusing solely on. Instead, she had come to Dallas to play sex games with her boss. What the fuck had she been thinking?
Quickly, she logged on to her computer to see what she had going on for the rest of the day. Her calendar was actually clear for the next few hours and the only pressing meeting she had was her project update with Logan’s staff this afternoon. Well, he would just have to fucking wait. She needed to get some air.
After pulling her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk, Sam made a beeline for the stairs, trying desperately to hold what was left of herself together. For a moment, she thought she heard Logan calling out to her, but she didn’t turn to look back. She just needed to get away for a few hours, get her head on straight and things would be fine.