Paid to Please Him

2 | Courted by Logan Prescott

And this is what I'm reduced to. I think to myself as I entertain myself with that rubber pencil illusion. After sitting behind my desk all day, I needed some type of human interaction which sucks for me since my only friend in the office, Cassie, went home hours ago.

As I twirl the golden yellow, number two pencil with my fingers, the phone rings and I can't thank God enough for giving me something to do.

"Prescott Incorporated, this is Bailey. How can I help you?"

"Well hello, Love. You know you're a hard one to track down."

My face heats when I hear the smooth, mellow Australian accent that belongs to Logan Prescott in my ear.

"If it isn't Logan Prescott." I say trying to play it cool, but on the inside I was freaking out.

"You don't sound too pleased to be hearing from me."

"What can I do for you, Mister Prescott?"

"Hm, you still don't sound too pleased. I take it you didn't receive the roses I sent you."

"I can't say I –" the elevator dings mid-sentence and I divert my attention to the opening doors. "Hold on." I say to Logan before pressing the hold button and placing the phone back in its receiver. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Are you Bailey Montgomery?" the man says checking the information on his clipboard.

"Yes," I say as I take in the impressive arrangement of flowers.

"Sign here." the man says handing me his clipboard.

I sign my signature with a shaky hand before returning the clipboard to him.

"Have a nice day, ma'am." He tips his baseball cap at me before disappearing back in the elevator.

Plopping back down in my chair, I pick up the phone again. "Thank you for the roses. They're – exquisite." I comment as the floral aroma filters through the air around my desk.

"Anything for you, Love."

"Stop calling me that." I mumble.

I can hear him chuckle and my heart skips a beat. "Alright, Bailey. I guess it's too soon for pet names."

"I think you're forgetting something." I say as I draw random scribbles on the notepad set out in front of me.

"And what is that, Bailey?"

"I'm not your pet." Looking up, I see his father leaving his office wearing a big grin on his face. "I have to go. I'm at work." I say quickly before hanging up the phone.

"Ah, Bailey. How are you this fine evening?"

I give him a genuine smile. Despite his son being a piece of work Mister Prescott was an honorable family man with nothing but everyone's best interest at heart.

"I'm wonderful, sir. What has you in such a good mood?"

"You do, my dear!" he declares happily. "Elena called me just now, telling me that Logan called asking her about sending some flowers to a girl he's trying to woo." he eyes the arrangement of the bright red roses that sat on the high top of my desk. "I think he made a fine selection."

"I do too." I watch as Mister Prescott admires the roses and I can't help but smile. "You okay, Mr. Prescott?"

"Oh please, Bailey, call me Ivan. I think we're getting to that point." he gives me a playful wink and I let out an awkward laugh.

"You're son and I still hardly know each other. I wouldn't go that far."

"One thing you should know about little Logan is that when he falls, he falls hard. By the way my wife was talking my ear off in there for the past hour, I think he's entranced by you, Bailey."