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Collapsing beside her, he gathered her in his arms. She snuggled into him with a pleased little sigh and promptly went to sleep. Tenderly, he pushed her tumbled hair back off her face and used the blanket to wipe the chocolate off her chin.Another time, I’m going to make slow, sweet love to you, Lilly Harrison.
Chapter Fifteen
Tired but pleased with a very productive day, Lilly walked into Morgan Industries at 5:05 p.m. Gathering her perky pink Coach bag from her desk, Miss Wruthers jumped to attention. “Miss Harrison.”
Her tone said,What the hell are you doing here?“Miss Wruthers, please, just call me Lilly.”
The other woman sniffed and didn’t make the same offer in exchange. Her perfectly plucked brows arched as she took in Lilly’s casual attire. Yeah, maybe the “Bite me, I love it” T-shirt wasn’t the best choice to wear into an office setting, but she’d been too pleased with her day’s work to go home and change.
“I take it you accepted Mr. Morgan’s commission for the windows?”
“I did.” Lilly smiled and tightened her grip on the portfolio. She already had some preliminary sketches to show him. “It’s a big project, but I’m excited about what we’re going to be able to do. It’ll definitely make an impression on people as they pass through to the light-rail station.”
“Let’s just hope it’s therightimpression.” Miss Wruthers smiled back but it was all teeth and nothing friendly. “He might have gotten you at a bargain discount price but let’s hope the windows don’t end up looking like a cheap reproduction.”
Oh so that’s how it is.Lilly inwardly sighed but didn’t let her face betray any emotion. Evidently Miss Wruthers had decided she was competition. Though how she thought Donovan would go for a woman like her, she had no idea. The shy, breathy secretary she’d met the first day had just been a calculated act. One that was totally off base if the woman was trying to snare his attention. Evidently Lilly didn’t warrant the full-blown act. “I personally guarantee it won’t look like a cheap reproduction. But I’m leaning toward something chapel-ish. Or maybe medieval. I think he’d love something along those lines, don’t you?”
Miss Wruthers rummaged in her purse and pulled out a lipstick. Ignoring Lilly, she lovingly coated her lips a delicate pink that matched her suit perfectly. Actually, her suit looked extremely nice. Along with a Coach bag. Her heels were also a very nice cream and pink slingback in a classic style. It just screamed snooty grand old family. Would a woman like her really be happy working as a secretary? Even for a rich man like Donovan?
“I’m sorry,Lilly, but I can’t quite imagine a woman like you pulling off anything chapel-ish.”
She didn’t even try to hold back the laugh. “Oh, Miss Wruthers, you have no idea.”
“Why are you here anyway?” Miss Wruthers glared at her over her mirror. “He’s not expecting you. If you must see him, I’ll have to check his calendar. He might have five minutes Thursday or Friday to squeeze you in.”
“On the contrary, Miss Wruthers.” At his voice, Miss Wruthers jumped like someone had goosed her and hastily shoved the lipstick into her bag. Mr. Morgan cocked his hip against the doorway. “You’re late, Miss Harrison.”
Every inch the sumptuous wealthy businessman, Donovan took Lilly’s breath away. There was just something about a man in a gorgeous suit.Especially when I’ve eaten cherry pie off his cock and he’s eaten chocolate pie off my pussy.“Traffic was heavy.”
His eyes narrowed, his lips thin with disapproval. “You know how I feel about you driving.”
“I know,” she said brightly. Thanks to him, her car had been waiting for her in her driveway, freshly washed and serviced. With so many new stickers all over the windshield he must have had everything inside serviced down to the tires he’d been so critical of. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“Do you need anything else, Mr. Morgan?” Miss Wruthers asked in a futile effort to get his attention back on her.
He didn’t even look at her, but kept those dark eyes locked on Lilly. “Did you arrange for the driver tomorrow?”
“Of course, sir. He’ll arrive at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Make it ten. Miss Harrison isn’t a morning person.”
Miss Wruthers’s lips tightened, making her mouth look like a shriveled-up prune. “Shall he pick her up at her home? In Oakdale, isn’t it?”
“No,” Donovan said without elaborating. “Have him make himself available here.”
Because I’ll be sleeping in Mr. Morgan’s bed. Again.Lilly had to smother a chuckle at the strangled look on the secretary’s face. She definitely had designs on her boss.Hadbeing the operative word.
“All right,” Miss Wruthers replied stiffly. “Good night, Mr. Morgan.”
If the woman had at least tried to be polite—for instance, if she’d simply said goodnight to her too—Lilly wouldn’t have felt the need to poke at her. “Pencil me in every evening at five this week, Miss Wruthers. I have several things I need to discuss with Mr. Morgan. Important things.”Like collars, stained glass designs and what Dmitri is offering for dessert tonight.
Naturally the woman didn’t acknowledge her request until Mr. Morgan confirmed it. “An excellent idea which will ensure I’m done with work on time each day.”
“As you wish, Mr. Morgan.” Miss Wruthers turned back at the elevator and gave him a hesitant smile. But he still wouldn’t look in her direction. In fact, he’d crossed his arms and glowered at Lilly. With one last glare in her direction, Miss Wruthers stepped on the elevator and headed home.
“Did you drive?”
“No.”
