Page 13 of Under Her

“I think there are some muffins and brownies in the conference room, but I’ll put an order in for waffles at your usual place.”

Waffles. Best pick-me-up food ever.

“Thanks, Chrissy. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d crash and burn. But, luckily for you, that will never happen ’cause I’m here to stay.”

“You’re due a pay raise soon, right?”

“Yep.” She grins.

We reach my office door. I take another drink of my coffee and hand it off to Chrissy.

She gives me an encouraging smile. “You’ve got this.”

I take a deep breath and pull my shoulders back. Then, I push open my door and walk in my office.

I hear Chrissy make a noise behind me, like a gasp, but I ignore her and stride confidently into my office.

“Mom, Dad.” I smile at them. “So sorry I’m late.”

My mom returns my smile, but I can see she’s pissed at me. The tightening around her mouth gives it away. I’ve seen that mouth tighten a lot over the years.

My dad greets me, coming over to pat my back. “Don’t worry, son. It’s not your fault you had plumbing problems.”

If I’d had plumbing problems, then I wouldn’t have been so late. I swallow down.

“Wilder, you remember Morgan.” My mom gestures to my sofa.

For the first time in nine years, my eyes take in Morgan Stickford.

And, holy fuck, she’s changed.

“Yes, of course.” I walk forward to greet her, my eyes fixed on her.

She rises to her feet, her lips pressing into a smile. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her smile in my direction. I used to get a sneer, and that was on a good day.

Dad makes a strangled noise behind me, but I’m too busy taking in Morgan to pay him any mind.

Because hello, hottie.

Morgan Stickford is all grown-up. And she’s a full-fledged babe.

She was pretty in college. But, now, she’s a fucking knockout. She’s thinner than she used to be, but she’s still rocking those curves in all the right places.

She’s wearing a pale pink pencil dress that has a slit up the front, finishing mid thigh, showing enough of her gorgeous tan legs to tease. The dress hugs her body, showcasing her amazing figure.

Jesus, her body is smoking.

She looks the same but different. Still fresh-faced. But, now, she wears a little more makeup than she used to in college. Pouty lips painted pink. Wide brown eyes lined with thick black lashes, staring back at me, not giving anything away, but they look a hell of a lot warmer than they used to look at me back in college. Her long, straight honey-blonde hair is down, falling around her shoulders.

She’s stunning.

She looks like she should be modeling our product, not selling it.

“It’s great to see you again,” I say. And it really fucking is.

Her smile widens, showing a slip of her white teeth. Then, she parts her lips to speak—hopefully to say, Please fuck me, Wilder, although that’s not likely, as my parents are here—when my mom’s voice slices through the air.