Chapter 36 (Putting Him Right Back To Where He Belongs)

• “Mr. Logan," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. I didn’t even bother to hide that. "What can I do for you?" I asked, acting like I didn’t hear what he had said earlier or even notice the bouquet in his grip.
• “I heard about your resumption, so I decided to get you your favorite rose bouquet," he cooed, his voice soft and serious.
• Favorite? My eyebrow twisted into a sudden confusion but I quickly masked my expression. Is this some sort of joke or am I hallucinating? Logan Winston…. But you know what? He should fuck his ass! I don’t give a fat ass about that.