Beyond Temptation Part 7

Morgan Steele.

Morgan had a way of making her acutely aware that she was a woman, a living, breathing woman with real needs. Being around him at times unsettled her. All it took was one of his warm smiles, the sound of his deep husky voice or even one of those impersonal glances he could send her way to drum up heat deep inside her. He could look at you with an intensity that took your breath away, strip you of every wall you wanted to erect and pull you to him like metal to a magnet.

And those were the very reasons the thought of being alone with him today was so unnerving.

"I'm out of here, Lena."

Lena glanced up at the doorway and saw her secretary standing there smiling. She then glanced at the clock on her wall. "It's not four o'clock yet."

Wendy chuckled. "I know but I didn't take a lunch and decided to check out early to run by the cleaner's. Do you need anything before I leave?"

Yes, for you to knock some sense into me. Instead she said, "No, I'm fine here. I don't expect Morgan to stay long, so I should be leaving within a few minutes myself." Instead she said, "No, I'm fine here. I don't expect Morgan to stay long, so I should be leaving within a few minutes myself."

Wendy nodded. "Okay, then, I'll see you tomorrow."

Lena settled back in her chair and began making a list. She had placed Morgan's file on her desk. First they needed to discuss the amenities for the home he was interested in buying, and then they would go over the potential sale of his home. He would need to make a decision and soon as to whether or not he wanted to sell his house to the Edwardses or his brother Donovan. Then there was the decision of whether he wanted to place a binder on the new house contingent on selling his present one.

When she heard someone in the doorway, a.s.suming it was Wendy, she didn't glance up when she asked, "Forget something?"

"No, I don't think I've forgotten anything."

Lena s.n.a.t.c.hed 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 s.e.xy 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. accommodate. "Shall we get down to business? I'm sure you have other things to do. And how's your mother?" "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 s.h.i.+vered, 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.

It was something in the way he'd made that statement that made her feel that perhaps they weren't talking about the same thing. With all the poise she could muster, she then stood to her feet. "Well, that's all I had to cover with you, Morgan."

He nodded. "There is this business proposition that I'd like to discuss with you, if you have the time."

She smiled as she settled back comfortably in her chair. "You have another house you want me to sell?"

"No, but it is something very important to me, something I've been thinking about for quite some time but kept putting off because there wasn't anyone I'd met that I felt comfortable about approaching to discuss a partners.h.i.+p."

Lena leaned forward. "Not even Cameron Cody? I understand the two of you are good friends and have done business together on several projects."

Morgan cleared his throat, cracked a smile and chuckled. "Trust me, Cameron wouldn't work for this. I need a woman."

He watched her eyes reflect a myriad of questions before she repeated the last part of what he'd said. "A woman?"

"Yes. In order to pull things off successfully, I need a very astute businesswoman, someone with an open mind, who could think outside the box, and who will appreciate a golden opportunity. And I believe that you are just that person."

The charming smile on Morgan's lips almost had Lena agreeing to anything, without knowing exactly what this "business venture" was about. His eyes were hooked on hers, and somehow she felt his keen sense of intelligence as well as his single-minded determination. He had piqued her curiosity and she definitely needed him to elaborate. "Just what type of business proposition are you talking about, Morgan?"

Morgan leaned forward a little, making sure he had her absolute attention. He also wanted to be right there, to gauge her reaction to his words. "I want you to marry me and have my baby."

Dead silence.

Morgan studied her expression as she sat perfectly still. He saw her blink, then witnessed the fine arching of her brow; and mere seconds later he became an ardent observer of how her lips trembled slightly at the corner. His gaze then moved back to her eyes and saw how they slowly narrowed to sharp slits. Her expression left no doubt in his mind what he'd just told her wasn't anything like what she'd expected.

"Excuse me. I must have heard you wrong," she finally said, not taking her eyes off his.

"No, you heard me right, Lena."

She stared, as if what he'd said didn't make sense and she was imagining things. Then she spoke as she straightened up in her chair. "In that case, I need you to explain why you think I'd be interested in involving myself in something so preposterous."

He smiled. "Is it really preposterous? Think about it for a second. It's no different than a couple agreeing to a prenupt. Marriages of convenience, or more simply put, the one I'm interested in, a marriage of purpose, are not unheard of these days. People are marrying for a lot of reasons. Not everyone who marries is doing so for love."

Lena heard what he was saying and a part of her was a little disappointed. She had been the product of a couple who loved each other dearly, and when she had met his parents at Kylie's wedding, she had thought the same thing about them. And if she'd ever married, it was to have been for love. But then, she had given up the idea of ever marrying, so her feelings or lack of feelings were really a moot point.

However, she couldn't understand why Morgan of all people would settle for a loveless marriage when his two older brothers had married for love. Chance and Sebastian were so head over heels in love with their wives that it wasn't funny. Was there a reason Morgan intended to fight the same fate?

"All of that may be true, Morgan, but why are you willing to settle for less than love? You're good-looking, a successful businessman and you have a good personality. I think any woman would find you marriage material."

He chuckled. "Thanks, but the question is, would I find them wife material? I have a lot going on in my life. The last thing I need is drama, or getting into a situation I'd be trying to get out of a few weeks after the wedding. And not to put your gender down because there are some in mine that are just as bad, possibly even worse, but there are some women who're conniving, vicious, manipulative and looking to marriage as a way to secure their financial future. I don't have a problem with the latter, but I want that individual to be one of my choosing and not the other way around."

"And you actually see me as that person?"

"Yes. You bring a lot to the table. You're mature in your thinking, you don't have time for games or drama, but more importantly, I think you will make any child a wonderful mother."

She tried not letting his words be the confidence booster that they were. "What makes you think that?"

He shrugged. "I just do. Maybe it's a hidden insight I have, but just from talking to you I know you want a child, and I believe you will do right by one."

Yes, she did want a child, and staring thirty-two in the face wasn't a joke. But still, there was a lot to consider.

"And," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "I think you would make me a good wife."

Now, that got her attention. "Really, Morgan, like I said, there are plenty of women who will-"

"I don't want any of them."

"And you want me to believe that you want me?"

"Yes."

Lena's heart began pounding. She shook her head. This was crazy. What Morgan was proposing was ludicrous.

He leaned forward with his forearms resting on her desk. "Before you turn me down flat, let me tell you what I'll be offering you. First there's financial security, which I know is something that's important to you. Then there's companions.h.i.+p. I like you and you can consider me as a live-in buddy and pal, which is a relations.h.i.+p some married couples don't even have. I have no reason not to think we wouldn't get along. Then there's the baby, which is something I want and so do you. Last but not least is your mother."

Lena's spine stiffened. "What about my mother?"

"I have no problem with her becoming a part of our household. In fact, I more than welcome it. I think Odessa is special and want her to be my child's grandmother as much as I want you as my child's mother."

Lena bit her lip. Of all the selling points he'd presented to her, this was the one that touched her the most and she couldn't help the warm flood of emotions that suddenly flowed through her. No other male in her past had even as much as wanted her mother as part of their lives, let alone wanted to include her in their family fold.

"Lena?"

She met his gaze. "Yes?"

"I know what I'm asking might sound a bit unorthodox, but it's the way I want to do things. I would want us to marry as soon as possible and start working on the baby right away."

Lena's heart lurched, as heat swirled around in her stomach. "Start on the baby right away?"

"Yes, after the wedding of course. And another thing, only the two of us can know our marriage is not the traditional one, which means I want us to share a bed."

The startled look on her face let him know that she hadn't thought about that part of the arrangement. He decided to press on. "Just so you'll know, I'm thinking about going with that last home you showed me because it will be perfect for our family-which includes your mother. It will give her the privacy she needs while at the same time a.s.suring her that she is wanted. It's important to me that she feels that she is a part of our lives and not an outsider."

Lena sighed. Morgan was. .h.i.tting her at all angles and using every single argument she would come up with to his advantage. He was right. Financial security was something she craved, and more than anything she did want a child of her own. And her mother being part of her marriage rather than an outcast was more important than anything. But still...

"What if things don't work out?" she asked softly.

Morgan smiled. Now was not the time to tell her that things would would work out. Once he got her in his bed, made love to her the way he'd dreamt of doing for over a year and lavished her with all the attention and respect she deserved, then she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. work out. Once he got her in his bed, made love to her the way he'd dreamt of doing for over a year and lavished her with all the attention and respect she deserved, then she wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Instead he said, "We can draw up an agreement that we will stay together and make things work for at least twelve months. After that time if you or I feel that marrying was a mistake, we will end the marriage with joint custody of our child."

He watched as Lena inhaled deeply before she said, "I need to think about this."

"Of course. Do you think you can have an answer by the time I return on Sunday? That's five days away."

Lena's chest tightened. She had a lot of thinking to do, and five days wasn't a lot of time. But still, she would have an answer for him. "Yes, I should have a decision for you by then."

"Good." He stood. "I'm on my way to grab something to eat at the Racetrack Cafe. Would you care to join me?"

Lena shook her head. The last thing she needed was something to eat. What she needed was time alone to think. "No, but thanks for asking."

"You're welcome." He crossed the room to get his jacket, and she came from around her desk. She decided to ask him the question she'd been pondering since he had arrived. "How did you get in here?"

"Your secretary," he said, slipping into his jacket. "I was walking in when she was leaving."

"Oh."

He smiled. "Was she supposed to hang around and announce me or something?"

"No, I was just surprised when you arrived," she said, walking him to her office door.

He raised a dark brow quizzically. "Had you forgotten about our appointment?"

Hardly. "No, I hadn't forgotten." "No, I hadn't forgotten."

Now she stood in front of him at the door, and as usual he appeared overwhelming and his eyes were on her, as if he was studying her for some reason. The intensity of his gaze made her flush. "You're going to St. Louis, right?" she nervously asked.

He nodded. "Yes. You still have that business card I gave you with my cell phone number and e-mail address in case something comes up or if you need to ask me anything about my proposal?"