My Hero, My Lover

Logan forced a smile as he breezed into Willis Agency to a standing ovation. After seeing the woman, Grace Keller, to the ER and giving a statement to the police, he'd been bombarded by reporters and fellow tenants who wanted the scoop on the 'white collar superhero'.
Truth was he didn't feel all that heroic...more than anything, he was thoroughly freaked the fuck out.
"Thanks!" he said plastically as he maneuvered through the pit. The applause was jarring and made his teeth hurt.
He could hear Tasha's deep voice behind him, railing off message after message but he just kept walking, needing the sanctuary and quiet of his office.
"American Mutual called and wanted to express their pride and renewed interest in the campaign," Tasha continued. She unloaded an armful of papers and extended his morning cappuccino. 16 oz, triple shot, bone dry with a packet of raw sugar on top.
He let the dark nectar slide down his throat as he sunk into his chair.
"And then there's Pentecostal Alliance-"
"Tasha," Logan interrupted, holding up a hand. "Take a breath."
Her fair face broke into a smile. He could still remember her interview. Logan usually went for stick thin blondes in the secretary department. They were usually ditzy and hit or miss as far as work quality went but having sex on virtually every surface in the office made up for that. But when his last secretary cost the agency a multi-billion dollar account, Logan decided that maybe fuckability shouldn't be a factor in hiring. Yet here he was, lusting for his secretary once again.
Tasha was perfect on paper--degree in mass communication and a minor in business from a reputable state university, with several years as a program and CEO aide. And when she walked in and cracked a megawatt grin, he was sold. He'd been with black women before but they'd all been Valley girl types. As soon as Tasha opened her mouth he knew she was no-nonsense. Smart, capable, and gorgeous. He'd imagined his hands tracing her lush curves on numerous occasions, but she was the type of woman that commanded respect. And despite the office rumor mill painting him as some sex obsessed scoundrel, she never treated him unprofessionally. As much as he wanted to bend her over his desk, he learned that he wanted, needed her respect even more.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Willis," Tasha said, tucking a dark strand behind her ear. "It's been crazy around here." She gestured at a seat. "Mind if I sit?"
"Not at all."
She let out a whoosh of pleasure. "So I know you've probably been asked this a hundred times, but what exactly happened?"
A hundred barely brushed the surface, but he answered anyway. "Honestly? I haven't a fucking clue."
Tasha crinkled her chocolate button nose. "Really? How did you know the woman needed help?"
Logan fiddled with his tie. "I, uh, heard it."
"Huh? The news said she lived two floors beneath you."
"I know," Logan said, picking up on her skeptical tone. As soon as the paramedic asked if he was under a lot of stress and talking about psych consults, Logan decided maybe he should leave out the part where he heard her screaming in his head.
"I don't know," Logan shrugged. "I just, uh, knew I had to help her."
"Well, that's incredible," Tasha said, scanning his face. "You're incredible."
Logan ran a harried hand through his salt and pepper hair. "I just did what anyone would have done."
Tasha shook her head. "Two weeks ago, a girl in my building was assaulted in the laundry room...for over an hour. She said that three different people came into the room and heard her screaming, obviously being raped...and they all just left. They didn't want to be a part of it. They didn't want to be bothered." She raised her dark eyes to his. "You're a hero, Mr. Willis."
Logan's cheeks burned hot. "I'm just a man, Tasha."
She gave a small nod then rose to her feet. "Well, your daily itinerary is on your desk. I'll take messages unless it's urgent for the first hour or so and give you some time to settle in."
"Sounds good. Thanks, Tasha."
"My pleasure."
Oh but it was his pleasure as he watched her sultry ass as she walked briskly from the room. Her coca cola bottle shape was enhanced by her dark pencil skirt and form fitting blouse. He pried his eyes away and finished his cappuccino, turning his attention back to work. There was a couple of inches of paperwork that he had to sift through. He let out a whoosh of air as he reached toward the stack.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.
It sounded like a round of ammo from a machine gun. Logan glanced out at the lobby. One of the account managers was probably watching something on their pc.
"Ladies and gentleman!" a thick voice thundered. "We're sorry to throw a wrench in your Monday, but we're gonna need everyone to lie on the floor, face down."
Logan pushed away from his desk and opened his office door. He scanned the pit. "Who's watching a movie on company time?"
All eyes turned to him. He tried to pick out the set that was colored with guilt and embarrassment, but all he found was confusion.
Tasha wheeled around, her face concerned. "Is everything okay, Mr. Willis?"
"Ungh," Logan shuddered, doubling over. He could taste metal and blood. Like someone had popped him in the mouth with the butt of a gun.
Tasha was instantly at his side, steadying him. "Oh my god! Someone call 911!"
"N-no!" Logan yelled, straightening himself. "It's uh, nothing."
"But-"
"Get back to work, everyone," he said sternly. Most of the eyes turned back to their desks, but Tasha wasn't so convinced.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tasha said in a low voice, her palm cool on his arm.
He flashed a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. I'm just gonna get some air."
As he breezed toward the elevators, the desks morphed into a row of teller stations. The carpet changed to marble. He could see people huddled on the floor...scared shitless. He didn’t know how, but he was witnessing a bank robbery.
His first thought was to call the police, but considering they’d been ready to fit him for a strait jacket before when he tried to explain how he knew the woman needed help, he might have to figure this out himself.
He stepped into the elevator and pushed L.
New City was one of the biggest metropolitan areas in the States. He got lucky with the woman last night. How would he find the bank that was being robbed out of the hundreds in the city?
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on the people on the floor. If he could just get a name tag...
He pushed out of the revolving door and hailed a taxi. He slid into the backseat. "Metrobank! It's an emergency!"