Morgan placed his finger over my lips so I couldn’t continue. “The very fact you’re arguing with me over something most women would leap at the chance to get from me is another reason.”
I smiled and he moved his finger away. “There are lots of honest women in the world, Morgan.”
“Not in my world, Angel,” he countered. “And none who look like you but also have a fighting spirit. You’ve been dealt a shit hand lately and you didn’t let it stop you from going after what you want. You have no idea how fucking hot that is, baby.”
“I’m just not sure what to think about all of this. You’re going to be my boss. I’m going to be living in your home. I may be willing to fight for what I want, but it seems like I’d be risking too much if I agreed to sleep with you too,” I worried aloud.
“Then I’ll just have to find a way to convince you I’m worth the risk, Angel,” Morgan said, before he brushed his lips across mine.
“That’s going to take time,” I warned him. “I don’t know you and I’m in a vulnerable position here. It doesn’t exactly make me comfortable. Especially since I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t always trust men to stick around.”
“I’ll give you time to get used to me, but I can’t promise it’s going to be very long,” he offered. “And I’ll do what I can to make you feel a little more secure in our situation.”
I cocked my head to the side, studying his face and looking for any sign of dishonesty. I breathed a deep sigh when I didn’t find one. “I think you really mean that.”
“I do,” he promised, extending his hand out to me. His warm fingers tightened on mine as I placed my palm against his. “Let me show you your new home.”
6
MORGAN
With Angelica’s hand clasped in mine, I gave her a tour of the house. A place where none of the women I’d bedded in the past had ever crossed the threshold. And yet there I was, calmly leading her into my territory without a second thought. Not just for a visit either. No, I’d gone completely crazy and invited—no practically forced—her to move in with me.
She was pretty quiet, only asking a random question here and there as we walked through the first floor. It wasn’t until we climbed the stairs and I opened the door to the master suite that she hesitated again.
“I’m in here,” I told her as I watched her gaze scan across the room and stop when she saw my bed. It was a huge four-poster bed with dark oak spindles in each corner. The California king sized mattress was big enough for me to sleep comfortably and the frame was masculine enough to suit my tastes. I’d never really thought much about my selection until now when I could so easily picture tying her spread-eagle across it, leaving her at my mercy.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks.
I nudged her so she’d walk further down the hall, giving me a moment to adjust my cock since it was straining against my zipper at the thought of her naked and begging me to take her. Without thought for the implications, I stopped her at the next door and opened it. As masculine as my décor was, the guest room was feminine. A queen-sized bed was the main focal point with champagne fabric tufted headboards and breezy curtains.
“And you’re in here,” I said, pulling her gently through the door as she stood there gaping at the room.
“No, Morgan,” she argued. “I can’t possibly stay in this room. There must be something smaller I can use instead.”
Of course there were other rooms she could use, but I wanted her close to me while I bided my time until she shared my bed. And I wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck then, because this is your room. I keep odd hours and placing you far away from me would make it difficult should I need your assistance in the middle of the night.”
“Middle of the night?” she repeated.
“I did warn you, twenty-four seven. And none of the other rooms have this added benefit,” I said as I opened the connecting door between her room and my suite. I never really understood the appeal of the door up until this moment, but it would certainly come in handy with my little Angel sleeping next door to me.
“A connecting door,” she stuttered, gazing up at me with innocent green eyes.
“Yes, so you can come to me anytime. This door is always open to you, but not to me until you come to me on your own,” I reassured her.
“When you offered me the job as your live-in assistant, I wasn’t expecting to be treated to so much luxury,” she sighed, glancing around the room in wonder.
“I promised to give you time, but I never said anything about making it easy for you to resist me,” I explained.
Her green eyes flashed as she looked up at me again. “Just don’t think for a second that you can buy your way into my affections.”
I felt my blood pump through my veins at her words and my cock swelled in my pants again. I wanted nothing more than to drag her to my bed, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.
“I don’t pay for sex,” I chided her. “But making sure you’re comfortable is my responsibility, Angel.”
“I’ve been responsible for myself for a long time,” she retorted, her spine straightening at the suggestion she couldn’t take care of herself.
“Now you’ve got me to lighten your load then.”
