I cleared my throat, pushed my chair back, and stood. “Evan expects me to show you around and tell you all about the company. How we do things. Stuff like that.”

He straightened and spread his arms. “I’m all yours, Mrs. Carpenter.”

“Just call me Serena.”

“All right, but only if you call me Logan.”

“Fine, whatever.”

Had I ever used his first name when I was looking at him, speaking to him? I didn’t think I had. That made his request seem bizarrely…arousing.

I grabbed a folder off my desk, the one emblazoned with the logos of Evanescent Security Technologies Limited and its American subsidiary, Vic’s Electronics Superstores LLC. Vic’s still had only one store, but Evan and Keely planned to expand it into a chain. I offered the folder to Logan. “Here’s your orientation packet. It includes a map of the building, names and extensions for all the people you might need to contact, and some other stuff.”

“Other stuff?” He leaned his hip against my desk. “Do tell, Serena. I’m already mesmerized.”

So that was his game. Pretend to be nice while inserting the occasional sarcastic jab. At least, I assumed he was being sarcastic with his “mesmerized” comment. What exactly did he hope to accomplish? Driving me nuts would only drive me to murder him.

“The other stuff,” I said, “is our dress code and rules of conduct, plus our policies concerning sexual harassment, ethics, and the handling of sensitive information.”

“I imagine I’ve already violated some of the rules.” He glanced at the folder in his hand but didn’t open it. “Never been terribly concerned with propriety.”

No shit. “What rules do you think you’ve broken?”

He came around the desk to me and leaned in a little. “I’ve been sexually harassing you, haven’t I? And I plan to keep doing it.”

“What if I sue you?”

“Go on. I don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “You don’t mind being sued? What about losing your job?”

“Lawsuits don’t frighten me and losing this job wouldn’t devastate me.” He traced a line down my jaw with his fingertip, the touch delicate. “Seducing you will be worth any legal annoyances.”

Who called getting sued a legal annoyance? He seemed genuinely unfazed by the prospect.

“You won’t be seducing me,” I said. “I will never sleep with you. Get that through your granite skull. No sex. Not ever.”

He took half a step back. “Kissing is acceptable, though.”

“No, it is not.”

“You not only let me kiss you last night, but you kissed me back. Passionately.”

“I was—Never mind. Follow me.” I spun on my heels and headed for the hallway. “This is your official tour of Evanescent’s US headquarters. Listen up, keep your trap shut unless you have a relevant question, and do not stare at my ass.”

“Afraid I can’t adhere to any of those rules.” He caught up to me and squeezed my bottom. “Feel free to submit a sexual harassment complaint to the CEO.”

“Complaints go to human resources.”

“Send it there too.” He walked alongside me, his gaze steadily on my face. “I’m working here because Evan asked me to. The job has nothing to do with seducing you. I’ll be doing that either way.”