Page 35 of Under Her

“That won’t start a fire.” My dad chuckles. “But you will, fanning it like that.”

I chuckle as my mom pulls her hands back.

I look at Morgan. She doesn’t look back at me, but I know she knows that I’m staring at her. And what she does do is smile.

And fuck if that smile doesn’t make me feel good.

My dad picks up his drink and has a sip. “So, the food has been ordered. Now, I’m really interested in hearing this idea of yours, Morgan. It’s the reason we’re here.”

Morgan smiles at my dad. “Okay.”

She glances at me, and I give her a look of encouragement, which seems to brighten her eyes. She looks back to my parents and starts talking. She tells them everything she told me with the same level of enthusiasm that has me burning for her again.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she talks. I’m enthralled.

I’ve never been this hot for a woman before. And I know I’m in trouble because I’ve realized that it’s not only this woman’s face and body that turns me on. It’s her mind, too. She’s smart as fuck. The way she lights up when she talks about work turns me on in a way no other woman ever has.

I might want to stick my tongue in her mouth and slide my cock up inside her pussy, but I want to talk to Morgan more. I want to know her.

She finishes talking, and my mom and dad are staring at her—smiles on their faces, exactly like I was wearing when Morgan first told me her idea.

“I knew you were smart, Morgan. That’s why we wanted you to come work for us,” my mom says. “But this…after being with us for only a short time.” She looks at my dad, as if needing his help with words.

“We’ve talked about this in the past, wanting to break into this part of the market, but we could never make the figures work. But, if you’re telling us that you have a way to make this work without losing product quality…” My dad leans back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the table. “Brilliant, Morgan. Really brilliant.”

With Morgan bringing this great thing to the table, I was expecting to experience some level of jealousy on my part, purely because my mom and dad had brought her in and given her half of my job. And, now, she’s living up to their high expectations, and so far, I’ve done fuck all, except for lust after her.

But I don’t feel jealous. I actually feel…proud. Like Morgan’s somehow mine to be proud of.

But she’s not yours, assface. She’s your business partner and nothing more.

Morgan looks at me, the praise lighting up her eyes.

And I’ve never wanted to kiss her more than I do right now.

I shove the thought away. “I told you they’d love it,” I say to her.

Her smile softens on me.

My heart starts to thud in my chest.

Then, she looks away.

A moment later, our waitress turns up with our food, putting plates in front of us.

When the waitress is gone, my dad picks his knife and fork up. “I want you both on this.” He points his knife at me and then Morgan.

I glance at Morgan to see how she feels about this. She’s smiling, so I take that as a good thing.

“I want the both of you to draw up a proposal for this, pros and cons, and send them to me by Monday at the latest.”

I meet Morgan’s twinkling eyes.

“Sure thing,” we both say at the same time.

I grin, and she smiles at me.

Dragging my eyes from her, I pick up my knife and fork.