When she heard someone in the doorway, assuming it was Wendy, she didn’t glance up when she asked, “Forget something?”
“No, I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything.”
Lena snatched her head up at the sound of the deep, masculine voice. She sucked in a deep breath at what now filled her vision. There standing in her doorway was Morgan with a sensuous air surrounding him. And he was staring at her with a very opulent look in his eyes. Today he appeared more overpowering than ever, and she met his stare with a leveled gaze while heat rushed through her body.
She released a shaky sigh and slowly stood to her feet. This was supposed to be a business meeting, but at that moment discussing business was the furthest thing from her mind.
He wanted her.
That thought was most prevalent in Morgan’s mind as he tried to rein in his control, desires and temptation. Just looking at her did all sorts of things to him. But the last thing he wanted to do was give the impression that the only thing he was interested in was something physical.
He watched her come around her desk as if she were floating on air, moving with sophistication, style and grace. Men who thought there wasn’t anything sexy about a full-figured woman needed to take a second look. Here was a woman who was smart, confident and savvy. Combine all those things with a voluptuous figure and what you got was all the woman any man could possibly want.
He took a deep breath thinking that his first rule of seduction was to take control of the situation with authority, from beginning to end. In the past he’d made the mistake of letting Lena decide their future, but not anymore. By the time he left her office today he would have placed his stamp on at least one part of her.
Deciding to take things slow at first, he approached her with an outstretched hand. “Once again I appreciate your flexibility, Lena.” From the relieved expression on her face he could tell that his businesslike air relaxed her.
“Morgan, I was glad to accommodate you.”
One side of his mouth tilted into a deep smile. By the time it was over he would give new meaning to the word accommodate. “Shall we get down to business? I’m sure you have other things to do. And how’s your mother?”
“She’s doing fine.”
“That’s good. Do you mind if I remove my jacket?”
“No, not at all.”
He took off his jacket and hung it on a rack before crossing the room and settling into the chair directly across from Lena’s desk. He glanced around, liked the way her office was decorated and liked it even more that she had found a home for the snow globe. It was sitting on top of a bookcase, in eye view.
He also liked the comfortable-looking leather sofa in her office. “Nice sofa.”
“Thanks.”
“You ever use it?”
She raised a brow. “Use it for what?”
He shrugged. “For anything. The one in my office is mainly there for decoration, but Bas uses the one in his. In fact before he married he used to sleep on it a lot when he would work so late that he couldn’t make it home. Of course all that changed after he got married.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “I would hope so. And to answer your question, my sofa is used a lot like yours, for decoration. I rarely stay late at the office to use it for anything else.”
“I see.”
When she took the chair behind her desk he didn’t waste time asking, “So now, what about those amenities?”
For the next few minutes he listened as she talked, and he watched the movement of her mouth while she did so. She had such luscious lips and the thought of kissing them made his stomach quiver. The woman was temptation standing up, sitting down and he didn’t want to imagine how much temptation she would be lying down.
“So there you have it, Morgan. The developers have agreed to everything I asked for but that one thing. They have also agreed to let the contract be contingent on you selling your house within a reasonable period of time.”
He nodded. “Sounds like you’ve been busy looking out for my welfare,” he said, leaning slightly forward, pinning her with his gaze.
Lena shivered, feeling the heat of that gaze. As usual he was dressed in a business suit. When he had taken off his jacket her gaze had been drawn to his broad shoulders. No matter what he wore, there was something masculine and virile in every outfit, always relaying a degree of inner strength. “Yes,” she finally responded. “And I think the contingency is a good thing.”
“Sounds like it is.”
“Are you interested?”
Morgan suddenly caught her gaze and held it, and when he did so she suddenly began experiencing a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. “Yes, I am very much interested,” he said, not taking his eyes off her.