Just then Logan walked in. “Heyyy Beautiful.”
I groaned aloud. Abandoning my seat so he couldn’t crowd me there. I turned to deliberately give him my back as I reached to replace the file I’d been examining and retrieve another.
“Let me help you.” Logan walked over to reach for it for me. His other hand reaching to grab my ass in a tight grip.
I swatted his hand away and gave him a seething look.
“Knock that s**t off!” Porter snapped. Pushing his glasses up as he leaned over his desk. “Do you know how offensive it is to sit here and watch that.”
“I’m talking to my wife.” Logan gestured to me.
“I’m not-”
Your wife. I started to say.
“Last I knew,” Porter cut him off. “The law doesn’t discern prior engagements when it specifies harassment and third-party harassment.”
