Beyond Temptation Part 9

"Vanessa Steele is on the line for you."

Lena raised a brow. She and Vanessa had worked together on several community projects around town. Like her own father, Vanessa's father had been the victim of cancer, so it wasn't unusual for them to partic.i.p.ate in fund-raising activities to benefit the American Cancer Society. The same thing applied to Chance, whose first wife had died from cancer.

Lena liked Vanessa. She thought she was a person who wasn't just beautiful on the outside but on the inside as well. And unlike some people whose family had a lot of money-namely someone like Ca.s.sandra Tisdale-Vanessa Steele didn't have a "better than thou" bone in her body.

"Thanks, Wendy, please put her through."

Lena only had to wait a few moments before the sound of Vanessa's exuberant voice came on the line. "Lena, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Vanessa, and how are you?"

"I'm doing great. I just got a call from the princ.i.p.al at the high school I graduated from requesting that I spearhead this project, and after hearing it, I immediately thought of soliciting your, Jocelyn's and Sienna's help." She chuckled, then added, "Kylie's pregnancy saved her from me pulling her in as well, and we don't have a lot of time to pull this thing together."

Lena's interest was piqued after hearing the excitement in Vanessa's voice. "What sort of project is it?"

"A mini career fair. Only thing is that the head of the school's business department wants it held in a few weeks. If we wait until next month we'll be competing against prom time. Sorry for the late notice but it was something she thought of doing just last night, but I think it's a wonderful idea to showcase local employment opportunities for those who might not be considering college as an option right now."

"I agree, it's a wonderful idea. How can I help?"

"I'm going to need your business to partic.i.p.ate by having a booth. It would be nice for the students to see the wonderful opportunities in real estate."

"Do you have a date picked out yet?"

"Yes, the thirtieth of this month. That's a Friday. I've talked to Chance, and to kick things off the Steele Corporation will host a sit-down dinner for all the businesses that will be partic.i.p.ating."

"Well, consider me in," Lena said, smiling.

"And consider it done. I'd like to have a meeting this weekend, something informal. How about my place on Sat.u.r.day evening? Are you available?"

Lena didn't like to commit herself to being somewhere until she made sure her mother would be fine staying alone. So far her mother's condition had improved over the past month or so, and she was taking her medication when she was supposed to, making it easier for her to get around. "Let me get back with you about that meeting on Sat.u.r.day."

"That's fine. Do you still have my number?"

Lena quickly checked the Rolodex on her desk. "Yes, I still have it."

"Good. I hope to see you if you can make it. If you can't I'll understand and I will call you the early part of next week and go over what was discussed."

"Thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Lena couldn't help but feel good that Vanessa had included her on the committee.

Morgan entered his hotel room after having dinner with Cameron and Ben. Moments later he had set up his laptop on the desk in the room and called home to speak with Chance before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

According to Chance, things were running smoothly back at the office, and Chance was glad to hear that Morgan would be returning home late Friday night instead of Sunday. That meant he would be home for the brothers' weekly basketball game Sat.u.r.day morning.

After his shower, Morgan sat down at the desk and booted up his computer, immediately checking his e-mail to see if his secretary had sent him the doc.u.ments he had requested of her earlier. She had, and after downloading all the attachments and reading through most of them, which took almost a full hour, he clicked on his Instant Messages, mainly to see if Donovan was online. His younger brother had a tendency to pick up dates online as well as off.

It appeared Donovan wasn't, but someone else was, he thought, when Lena's screen name popped up. He glanced at the clock radio near the bed. It was almost two in the morning. What was she still doing up?

He remembered her once mentioning that because of her mom, she typically got into bed early. He hoped that whatever reason she was still awake and on her laptop he wouldn't interrupt, because he intended to drop in.

Lena smiled as she continued to read the messages her G.o.ddaughter, Tiffany, had sent her earlier that day over the computer. Tiffany was excited about the prospect of becoming a big sister to a baby girl or boy, and before going to bed each night she would send Lena information on all the things she planned to do in her new role.

Tiffany had also written to tell her about this guy from school that she simply adored. Although Kylie had lightened up some on Tiffany now that she was sixteen, her best friend was still trying to make sure Tiffany didn't make the same mistakes she had made as a teen, which was understandable. These days Kylie was handling the situation in a different way, one that would not alienate her daughter. Chance and Kylie, along with Tiffany and Chase's son, Marcus, were one big happy family.

Lena leaned back against the headboard and balanced her laptop on raised knees, remembering what had awakened her at two in the morning. She had had a dream of her and Morgan together, in bed. A s.h.i.+ver ran down her spine at the memory.

In her dream Morgan's kisses had been just as heated as the one in her office. And when he had placed her on the bed, she had watched as his eyes changed from a dark brown to a hot brown as she succ.u.mbed to his magnetic pull and s.e.xual appeal. Her breath had become shallow as he slowly removed her clothes, and desire consumed her, sending blood gus.h.i.+ng through her veins like water through a fire hose. The eyes that had stared at her while he'd gotten undressed had had her pulse escalating, had made a certain part of her beg for him to take her over the edge. Her tension had mounted when he placed his body over hers, the scent of him sending her senses into overdrive. Her thighs had parted, and mere seconds before he was to enter her she had heard her mother cry out for her father, thus shattering the moment.

Lena sighed, thinking maybe that had been a good thing. She couldn't imagine how things would have been if Morgan had completed the task and made love to her. She was about to log off the computer when an Instant Message popped up on her screen, almost startling her. The message asked What are you doing up so late? What are you doing up so late?

She frowned, lifting a brow, pondering the ident.i.ty of the individual who wanted to know. She was not a person who indulged in Internet chats or instant messages unless it was Kylie or Tiffany, and she knew both of them were in bed asleep now. Her gaze was drawn to the screen name, and her heart almost stopped-MDSteele. She immediately sucked in a huge breath upon recognizing the screen name belonged to Morgan Darien Steele. She immediately sucked in a huge breath upon recognizing the screen name belonged to Morgan Darien Steele.

Ignoring the sensations that s.h.i.+vered up her spine, she nervously typed a response, wanting to make sure it was him.

Morgan?

Yes, it's me.

Satisfied, she then clicked further to answer his question. Mom woke me. Bad dream. And I couldn't go back to sleep. Mom woke me. Bad dream. And I couldn't go back to sleep. She decided not to tell him about his part in her sleepless night. She decided not to tell him about his part in her sleepless night. What about you? Why are you still up? What about you? Why are you still up?

Late business meeting and not ready to go to bed, was his typed response. And then was his typed response. And then Is your Mom okay? Is your Mom okay?

Yes, she's fine. And how are things going with your meeting?

All right.

Moments later she typed. Can I ask you something? Can I ask you something?

You can ask me anything.

Why me, Morgan?

He knew what she was asking him and moments later he typed Why not you, Lena? You're a very beautiful and desirable woman and I want you. Why not you, Lena? You're a very beautiful and desirable woman and I want you.

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her heart from pounding at his words. She refused to put too much stock into them. She was glad he couldn't hear her low laugh as she typed Come on, Morgan, be for real. I'm not your type. Come on, Morgan, be for real. I'm not your type.

And what do you see as my type?

Lena frowned. If he wanted the truth she would give it to him. Worldly, highly sophisticated, pencil thin... Worldly, highly sophisticated, pencil thin...

Wrong on all accounts. Is that why you never wanted to go out with me?

She quickly typed a response. No. I told you the reason. Once burned you learn not to play with fire. No. I told you the reason. Once burned you learn not to play with fire.

And you saw me as fire?

Maybe not fire, but definitely someone too hot to handle.

She could tell by the timing that he had paused before sending her his next typed response. What if I told you that I saw you as someone too hot to handle as well? What if I told you that I saw you as someone too hot to handle as well?

Lena smiled. Then my response would be that you probably had me mixed up with my twin. Then my response would be that you probably had me mixed up with my twin.

You have a twin?

I'm a Gemini.

Interesting. What's the difference in the two of you?

I'm not a risk taker. My twin is. She lives for the moment without thinking about her actions. I do just the opposite. She decided to leave off anything about her twin having a tendency to be naughty and wild. She decided to leave off anything about her twin having a tendency to be naughty and wild.

How often does she come out?

Lena rolled her eyes and grinned. Of course as a man Morgan would be interested in knowing that. She's never actually come out. I've managed to keep her in line. She's never actually come out. I've managed to keep her in line.

What a shame.

Yes, well, that's how it is. And with that said, I'm going to turn in now. I'm finally feeling sleepy.

All right. Pleasant dreams. Good night, Lena.

Good night, Morgan.

Morgan smiled when Lena clicked off-line, and moments later he logged off his computer as well. He found it interesting what she'd told him about her so-called twin. Hmm, so there was another side of her, a side she was suppressing, a side where she could become another person, one who wouldn't hesitate to let her hair down.

He would love to meet that Lena Spears.

Now she had him curious and his pulse began racing. Just the thought of a loose Lena had him reaching for one of the chilled bottled waters the housekeeping staff had left in the ice bucket on the desk. He quickly opened it and took a sip, cooling his insides.

He shook his head, remembering when she'd mentioned she hadn't thought she was his type. He definitely had to prove her wrong on that, and while doing so he wanted to prove to her that whether she was the ultraconservative Lena or the not so conservative one, she was the woman he wanted.

Over breakfast the next morning Lena thought about her tete-a-tete with Morgan via her laptop. She hated to admit it but she'd actually enjoyed herself. There had been something downright fun about exchanging words with him online rather than by phone or in person. While online he couldn't hear her responses or see her facial expressions. She couldn't believe that she'd actually mentioned her mischievous twin to him. Well, he'd certainly seemed interested in that.

"I'm sorry I woke you last night, Lena."

Lena glanced up when her mother came to the table and sat down. Of all the times her mother had awakened her during the night, this was the first time she had apologized for doing so, and Lena wanted to a.s.sure her that there was no need for the apology. "Mom, you don't have to apologize, I understand."

Her mother looked at her with sad eyes. "And what do you understand?"

Lena shrugged. "I understand that you and Dad had a close relations.h.i.+p and that losing him was hard on you, and it still is. I know he was your very best friend and confidant. What the two of you shared was really awesome when you think about it."

Odessa nodded slowly and Lena saw the lone tear that clung to one of her eyelids. "I know you probably think at some point I should let go and move on with my life, Lena, but it's hard. Your father was my life. I feel lonesome without him. I know you're here but it's not the same."

Lena didn't know what to say. One of the main reasons she took her mother to the adult day care center twice a week was so she could be around other senior adults. Deciding to change the subject to a cheerier note, she asked, "So, how's Ms. Emily doing?" She watched a smile appear on her mother's lips.

"Emily is doing fine. I think this is the weekend her grandkids and great-grands are coming over."

Lena swallowed. Now she wished she hadn't brought Ms. Emily up. "Is it?"

"Yes. And I hope some nice young man comes into your life. I want you to share with a man that special love me and your father had. And then more than anything, I wish I could have a little one to cuddle on my knee before the good Lord calls me home."

An ache appeared in Lena's chest as she heard the sadness in her mother's voice. Considering everything, Lena knew that if she was to say yes to Morgan's proposal she would be able to give her mother the one thing she wanted the most.

Later that night after making sure her mother was settled in for the night, Lena took a shower and then slipped into a pair of silky pajamas Kylie had given her on her last birthday.

She settled in bed with her laptop, deciding to see if Tiffany had sent her a message that day. Today had been hectic, and to keep Morgan off her mind she had thrown herself into her work. She had shown another couple Morgan's house, and the moment she had walked through the door sensations had curled in the pit of her stomach, as if she expected to look up and see him walk down his stairs at any moment.

Unfortunately the couple she'd shown the house to had a three-year-old son who had just finished eating a chocolate bar. Needless to say, a chocolate handprint had gotten on a few of Morgan's doors. The boy's mother had apologized and wiped off those areas, but sometime tomorrow, Lena intended to go to Morgan's place and make sure the woman hadn't missed any spots.

Moments later she chuckled after reading Tiffany's note. The boy she had thought she was interested in a few days ago was no longer the hunk of the week. A new guy at school had caught her eye. Lena shook her head. Her G.o.ddaughter was a lot different from Kylie when she'd been that age. At sixteen, Kylie had thought Tiffany's father, Sam Miller, was her entire world. At least she'd thought that until he'd left her alone and pregnant. A part of Lena was glad that Tiffany was not getting serious about any one guy.

Lena tried not to notice that Morgan was also online. Chances were he was aware she was on the computer as well and she couldn't help wondering if he would do as he'd done the night before and engage in online conversation with her. She didn't have long to wonder when Morgan's screen name popped up. But his typed request surprised her.

Lena. I want to chat with your twin tonight.

Do you now? was Lena's typed response as she managed a wry smile, after regaining her composure. was Lena's typed response as she managed a wry smile, after regaining her composure.

Yes.

Why?

I'd like to get to know her.

Don't think that's a good idea.

Let me be the judge of that. Trust me.

Lena leaned back against her headboard trying to remember the last time she had put her complete trust in a man. When she remembered, her chin firmed as she thought stubbornly, why should she trust Morgan? But then, another part of her wanted to trust him. "I'm a big girl," she murmured softly to herself. "Maybe it's time I act like it."