Page 27 of Under Her

“Yeah,” I say, hoping to God he’s right.

I decide to man up and have the meeting with Morgan. If I keep putting her off, she’ll know something’s up.

And Coop’s right; I have nothing to worry about. I haven’t done anything wrong. I slept with Sierra before she started working here. I couldn’t have known she was going to apply for a job here and that Morgan was going to give it to her. I do need to have a conversation with Sierra to smooth things over, but I’ll get to that later.

First, Morgan.

She’s due in my office in ten minutes. It’s close to lunchtime. I don’t know if Morgan has lunch plans, but I had Chrissy go out and grab some pastries from the deli by the building. I know Morgan used to work at Starbucks, but I don’t know if she’s a coffee or tea drinker, so Chrissy makes up both and sets it up along with the pastries on the small meeting table I have in my office.

I’m replying to some outstanding emails when there’s a tap on my door. It opens before I can say anything, revealing Morgan.

My eyes drink her up. I feel like I haven’t seen her in forever—when, in reality, it was only yesterday morning.

She looks gorgeous.

Her hair is down and curled. She’s wearing a fitted black scoop-neck top, which her tits look fantastic in, with a beige-and-black calf-length skirt that has a mid-thigh split over the left leg and a thick, chunky black belt that has a gold buckle.

I love the outfits with the leg split. They make my dick especially hard.

She has fucking great legs. Long, tan, and toned.

Morgan always wore pants in college, so I never got the privilege of seeing her legs. Probably a good thing, as it would have driven me nuts, knowing she had legs like that and I’d never get to touch them because she hated my guts.

And I’ll still never get to touch them.

Sigh.

“Hi.” She smiles, clutching an iPad to her chest.

Lucky iPad, being pressed up against those beauties.

“Hey. Take a seat.” I gesture to the meeting table. “I just need to quickly finish this email.”

“Sure. No problem.”

I finish the email and press Send. Then, I get up from my desk, go over, and take a seat across from her.

“This is nice.” She nods at the food.

“I didn’t know if you had anything planned for lunch, so I had Chrissy bring something in just in case.” I shrug to give off the air of casualness. Why though, I don’t know. I shouldn’t care if she had lunch plans or not.

Then, it suddenly occurs to me that I actually know nothing about Morgan’s life outside of work.

I know she’s not married or engaged because there’s no ring, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend. And women like her, smart and beautiful, don’t stay single for long.

It shouldn’t matter to me if she’s dating someone or not. I only want to fuck her, and I’m not going to. So, it’s a moot point.

“Just a sandwich at my desk, so this is great. Thanks.”

She smiles, and something in my chest lights up.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I feel like a teenager on his first date. Not a grown-ass man in a business meeting with his co-CEO.

She pours herself a coffee. I like that she feels comfortable enough around me to do that.

“Coffee or tea for you?” she asks me.