Logan attempted to control the breaths that were desperately trying to escape his mouth in a mad rush as he looked into the beautiful eyes of the man before him. He felt the heat begin to rise under his collar and knew there were droplets of sweat forming just above his hairline; the intensity in the orbs had him paralysed.

He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip subconsciously and the other man chuckled.

That laugh, holy shit, I can't even— Say something, you moron!

"Yes, Logan Mitchell, that's me!" Logan mumbled, when he was done choking on nothing but air. He didn't know how he managed it when his legs propelled him forward to grasp the hand that was outstretched to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you; I've heard only good things about you."

"You have?" Logan gasped.

"Would you rather I'd heard bad things, Dr. Mitchell?"

The guy was smirking at him, and Logan swallowed hard, not knowing how to process its nature because the hazel eyes he was still glued to held their controlled expression.

Before he could reply his hand was released and he sighed in relief as he was told to take a seat in the simple chair that faced the much more comfortable looking one on the other side of the desk. Logan waited again to be addressed, figuring that was the proper thing to do in an interview-type situation; he clasped his hands in his lap and let himself take a few deep breathes.

Focus, damn it. You need to be professional here. Be the best. No matter what his face is doing to your heart.

"I want to thank you firstly, for agreeing to meet with me sooner rather than later."

Professional! "It's really no problem at all, Mr. Diamond," Logan assured with confidence that baffled him.

He was met with a small smile and eyes that seemed to soften slightly. "Glad to hear it, doctor."

"Logan."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You...you can call me Logan." What?!

"Oh," he laughed, "of course, Logan Mitchell."

"Yes, sir," Logan replied quietly, silently chastising himself because of the amused expression that now adorned his interviewer's face.

"Do I intimidate you, Logan?" Mr. Diamond asked reflexively, taking Logan by surprise. He tried to formulate a response in his head.

"I —"

"You just seem very tense," Mr. Diamond cut in.

"You just—"

"I what?"

Fuck. What the hell are you doing?

"N-nothing, it's not you, I'm just...This is... I've never," Logan felt his tongue knotting inside his mouth and reached a hand up to brush through his hair. "I'm just nervous. This is a huge opportunity for me," he looked down at his hands.

When he looked back up because there was no audible response to what he had just said he was met with understanding eyes and a gentle smile.

"Just relax, Logan," Mr. Diamond soothed in a way that would suit conversation between good friends, not complete strangers. Although that wasn't entirely true, Logan knew almost all there was to know about James Diamond- the intelligent, successful and famous-in-his-own-way man that was currently sitting two feet away feeling sorry for him.

"You know I don't bi—"

The phone in the corner of the large desk between them blared, and the manager gave Logan an apologetic look as he went to answer it.

"Diamond," he quipped, all formal and business like once again.

Logan watched on as the man frowned and then stood only to walk over to a sizable filing cabinet that was placed in the corner of the room's back wall. Not being a person who liked listening in on other people's conversations, Logan instead allowed himself to ogle at the rest of Mr. Diamond's form. He couldn't deny how attracted he was to this man.

James Diamond was tall, at least six foot, by Logan's medical intuition, and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face for the briefest second. He loved a taller partner.

Partner? Where is this coming from...

Focusing again on the man that was now flicking through some documents in the corner, Logan's eyes travelled over the length of him and he hummed in appreciation. He knew it was beyond wrong to be looking at his soon-to-be-boss-if-everything-goes-well-here-and-you-start-acting-like-a-mature-adult-and-not-a-hormonal-teenaged-girl like this, but he just could not help himself. Especially because he knew that underneath those fancy business clothes was probably a body that was ripped with muscles screaming to be put to good use. Again, he blamed his doctor's eyes for the graphic imagery.

Tugging his bottom lip into his mouth, Logan took in the short brown hair of the other man that just topped off his whole look. From this angle he had the perfect side on view of Mr. Diamond's clean shaven face, and the subtle but clearly styled hairdo was sexy as hell. There was no other word for it.

A soft whimper left Logan's lips when the manager bent down to riffle through a lower draw, his pants tightening around his behind. Look away, look away now. You're toast, Mitchell.

He did just that and willed his body not to start hyperventilating because of the Adonis before him.

"Frank, I told you a thousand times this morning," Mr. Diamond warned whoever it was on the line, "if it isn't rectified by five today I want those residents moved." He closed both drawers he had opened and made his way back to sit down.

Logan chose to ignore him for the time being, not sure what his traitorous eyes would give away if they made contact. The manager didn't seem to notice though as he proceeded to relay numbers into the receiver and write them down at the same time.

"Look, I'll call you back in thirty. When the plumbers get here make sure they're taken up to eleven immediately."

When the phone slammed back down on its holder, Logan looked up just in time to see Mr. Diamond press his finger tips to his temples. It was all it took for Logan's mood to swing from heat to compassion.

"Rough day?" he voiced, before he could stop himself.

With his eyes closed and fingers still attached to his face, the manager replied. "You have no idea."

Logan hummed sympathetically. "You should take something for that headache before it gets worse, Mr. Diamond," Good. Be a doctor. That's what you're here for.

"Nothing works," was the answer he received.

"How often does this happen? Is it just your temples that hurt?" When presented with someone who was suffering, Logan always switched almost seamlessly into his profession and began running possible diagnoses through his head.

"When did this interview become about me?" Mr. Diamond grinned, despite himself and Logan blanched.

Shit.

"I apologize, sir," Logan started sincerely. "I act on instinct when someone is in pain."

The other man laughed it off casually.

"If I'm going to be your patient, I think we need to lose the sir."

Logan's eyes widened. That wasn't what he was expecting.

"My name is James, but I'm sure you already knew that didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," Logan supplied instantly.

"Logan..."

"J-James! I mean, James," he corrected, feeling like an idiot for not paying close enough attention to what was coming out of that perfect mouth.

"So you were saying?" At Logan's blank expression he continued. "You were asking me how often I get headaches..."

"Oh, yes," Logan shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. "But wait... Shouldn't we be discussing the position I am applying for?"

James smiled. "I think this is giving me great insight into the way you operate. I'm usually a very good judge of character."

Logan could spot his obvious pride in that fact from a mile away, it was gleaming in his eyes as he waited for Logan to say something in return.

"And what do you think so far?" he breathed.

Something flashed in James' eyes and Logan had to look away before he started blushing. Those hazels would be the death of him.

James looked down at his lap and smiled, but what he said was slightly left of field. "...That I need to get to know you better before I make any decisions."

Logan frowned. This guy was really confusing.

"Ask me anything," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Anything?"

There was a definite flirtatiousness in that one word and now Logan could feel the blush colouring his cheeks, but he kept his eyes as blank as possible. He nodded his silent reply to the question.

"Okay then, let's see," James teased, and rubbed his hands together conspiratorially.

"Oh, please," Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes before he could stop himself. James seemed to approve of his lapse and smiled widely at him.

"I'll start with an easy one to begin with."

"Whatever floats your boat." Logan found himself smiling back at the gorgeous man in front of him. He didn't know how they'd gotten to his point but the playfulness of the conversation was making him relax, be more of himself, the guy only his close friends and relatives knew.

James placed his elbows on the desk in front of him and lent his chin on top of his clasped hands. "Have you always lived in Minnesota?"

Hmmm, that is an easy one. "Yes. I went to university there and have worked in the general hospital in Minneapolis since I graduated."

"I know that you've been there for some time now, after speaking with your supervisor, but how old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

Logan chuckled. "It's fine, I get that all time. I'm twenty-four."

"Twenty-four?" James' eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. "But how..."

"I guess you could call me a genius...but I really don't like thinking of myself that way."

"I mean, I knew you where young from the way you look but—"

"And how do I look, James?"

A look of panic covered the man's face and for some reason Logan took pleasure in the tables being turned.

"I meant... What I meant was..." James fumbled and went to loosen the grey silken tie that was wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Yes?" Logan pressed, despite knowing that he really should drop it. Future boss remember? You're supposed to make him like you, not whatever this is!

Logan took a breath ready to apologize once again but stopped when James trained his eyes back on him. It was clear that James was fighting with himself internally about something because a mixture of expressions seemed to dance through his eyes before he finally cleared his throat.

"You look..." he started.

Oh my God. What the fuck is happening here?

Logan held his breath.

"You look g—"

The door opened behind them and they both jumped in their seats as two laughing older men in two-sizes-too-big suits came loudly strolling in, something amusing must have been said just before they entered because it took them a second to stop guffawing and realise that James wasn't alone.

"Gentlemen?" James questioned somewhat coldly, his lips pressed in a firm line as he crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.

The balding men looked backwards and forwards between the two of them and Logan hated that they'd barged in, in spite of being positive as to what James was going to say.

Gorgeous. He was going to say 'you look gorgeous.' The exact same thing you said about him. Logan swallowed and turned back around.

"James, we didn't know you were with someone," the shorter blonde haired man exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Clearly." James' tone was flat.

The other man jumped in when the shorter one paled. "We needed to tell you that the plumbers are here. On first glance they seem to think the problem's worse than we originally thought."

"How so?" James inquired, stress now taking over his features.

"Ah, I think you need to come speak to them yourself," the guy almost whispered. Logan found their uncomfortableness funny and laughed quietly.

It did not go unnoticed by James who sideways glanced at Logan before returning his attention on the intruders. "Give me five minutes, Tom, and I'll meet you both on the eleventh floor."

"You got it, boss." Without another word they turned and walked out, purposely shutting the door gently behind them.

After a minute had passed, James rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Sometimes I don't know how this place keeps from falling apart."

Logan couldn't help but feel for the man he was getting to know in a different way than what was expected.

"It's because you're the best at what you do."

James met his eyes with what Logan thought was wonder. "And you are the best at what you do."

They stared at each other without saying anything and the intensity in the room seemed to quadruple.

Logan quickly broke the heavy silence. "Do you need to be somewhere?"

"Unfortunately," James groaned and moved his chair back slightly, refixing his tie. "If I asked you to join me for dinner tonight to discuss everything properly would you agree to it?"

Logan didn't know how appropriate it would be to conduct this kind of interview in a casual setting, but more importantly he did not know if he would be able to remain professional with James outside of this office. The man had broken him out of his shell already and Logan knew from fleeting, but nonetheless past experiences, that romantic feelings sprung up when someone got him to act more like himself. There was no denying that James' attractiveness combined with the mixed signals he was sending were causing small butterflies to flutter in Logan's stomach.

"If you asked me, I wouldn't say no," he said softly.

James hesitated but looked relieved regardless. "We can meet on the ground floor, there's a bar and restaurant just beyond the reception area. My chefs make a mean salmon confit..."

Logan smiled brightly at the other man's enthusiasm, but James frowned.

"I'm sorry, do you like fish? There are other things on the menu, or we could go somewhere else," James reasoned.

Whoa... Where did that intimidating guy disappear to?

"James, it's fine, I happen to love fish...and fishing in fact."

"You like to fish? So do I!"

Logan shook his head fondly. Was this a job interview or a date? If this wasn't then their meeting tonight certainly would be.

He coughed to hide the grin that was trying to emerge.

"I'm sorry. I really don't know what has come over me today." It was easy to see that James was questioning himself, of what though Logan couldn't be one hundred percent sure.

Hoisting himself out of his seat, Logan extended his hand. "So I'll ah...meet you later on?"

James immediately rose and took Logan's hand in his own, shaking it firmly before letting him go. "Yes. Is eight o'clock alright with you?"

Logan hummed in agreement. "That gives me plenty of time to get settled in."

"Of course! I completely forgot. You haven't been shown to your room yet. If you head back down to Jo I'll make sure she looks after you." There was a surprisingly protective tone to James' voice. Interesting.

"Thank you, Mr. Diamond. I hope your plumbing problems are resolved speedily."

"That makes two of us," James smiled and then scolded him. "I told you, James, please." He stressed the request with piercing eyes.

Oh God. Those eyes. I need a minute.

"Okay."

"Okay then."

They made their way awkwardly to the closed door that would soon end what was potentially the most unexpected meeting between two strangers. Logan reached for the door knob but James beat him to it; he was grateful for the cool rush of air that hit his face from the hallway once the door was opened.

Without looking back Logan began to walk out when a hand was suddenly gripping at his waist, holding him in place.

He felt the hot breath at his neck and his body tensed in anticipation.

"See you tonight," James whispered.

Before he knew it, Logan was gently pushed forward and the whoosh of the door closing behind him sent a shiver down his spine.

No thoughts passed through his mind as he somehow managed to get himself into the elevator he rode in less than half an hour before. His heart however, was hammering in his ribcage at a million miles a minute. He listened half heartedly to Jo as she showed him up to the room he would be occupying for his short trip; his luggage had already been brought up for him but he didn't even bother with it as he flopped down onto the large bed that encompassed most of the space.

An hour passed before Logan knew it and he was still lying in the same position while his brain tried to process everything that had happened. He knew he had a lot to think about but all he could focus on was the feel of James' hand on him, the minty scent of his breath and the lips that were millimetres away from brushing his skin.

For the time being he resigned himself to enjoy the emotions that he hadn't felt in much too long a time, not knowing what would come of the dinner which would surely decide the fate of his career and potentially his heart.

A/N: Congrats to all the Jagan fans out there, you won! I spent hours envisioning Kendall, Carlos and James with my version of Logan in this story but when it came down to it, everything always suited James. The reviews I received were pretty much equal for each pairing so that didn't help me at all. For those who were wondering, when the idea for this story first came to me Carlos was the hotel manager. Please leave me a review, in return I will try and update again soon. Be assured that I will not stop writing this until it's finished, even if it takes me forever.