Ella
Logan said nothing. The ambiance of the room was thick with tension, so much so that it felt almost palpable.
I understood now what this man’s true intentions were. With my heart pounding wildly against my chest, I stood, grabbing my purse.
“Well, like I said, I’ll be forwarding your case to one of the other lawyers in the firm,” I said, taking a step back. “Dinner was a pleasure, but I don’t believe it’s appropriate for this to continue.”
I turned to leave, but immediately stopped in my tracks. Before, there had been one man standing by the elevator, and now there were four. And I could tell that they weren’t going to let me leave.
The dim lighting, the bodyguards blocking my exit, and Logan’s intense gaze felt intimidating and suffocating.
There was silence.
