By the time she reached his table, her heart was just about ready to explode in her chest. She cleared her throat. "Morgan," she said, automatically reaching her hand out to him.
He took it and for a moment she thought he held it a second longer than necessary. "Lena. Sorry about the change in plans but I"m glad you could meet me here. I appreciate your flexibility."
"No problem," she said, taking her seat with fluid ease. The place Morgan had chosen for lunch was elegant and the furnishings spoke the part. The chairs were soft leather with high-contoured backs for both comfort and style. There was a lit candle in the middle of the table, and it came to her attention for the first time that they were sitting in the back, almost in an alcove that provided a semblance of seclusion and a bit of intimacy-not at all in keeping which what should be a business meeting.
As if he read her thoughts he said, "I had a business meeting here earlier and decided that instead of going back to the office or changing location we could meet here. I hope you don"t mind."
She shook her head. "No, I don"t mind. It"s a nice place."
"Yes, it is."
Morgan knew he couldn"t tell her that this was the place he had intended to bring her for their first lunch date, which she never agreed to. And he"d had to do some underhanded maneuverings for her to be with him now. "So, I understand you have information for me," he said.
"Yes. I might have an interested party for your home as well as a place you want to look at. It"s located not far in-"
"Well, aren"t we a cozy twosome."
A sudden wave of irritation touched Morgan when he glanced up into the face of Ca.s.sandra Tisdale, a staunch member of Charlotte"s elite social group. She was one of the most self-absorbed women he knew, and to top it off, she was Bas"s former fiancee.
The only good thought about that was the word former. former. Bas had broken off the engagement the night of Chance and Kylie"s wedding and hadn"t given the family a reason why. But it hadn"t been that hard to figure things out. Ca.s.sandra and Bas were as different as day and night, and a marriage would have made them the odd couple, whereas Bas and Jocelyn were a perfect match. Bas had broken off the engagement the night of Chance and Kylie"s wedding and hadn"t given the family a reason why. But it hadn"t been that hard to figure things out. Ca.s.sandra and Bas were as different as day and night, and a marriage would have made them the odd couple, whereas Bas and Jocelyn were a perfect match.
He slowly came to his feet. "Ca.s.sandra, I didn"t know you were back." Rumor had it that she left town for an extended trip to her parents" vacation home in the Bahamas a couple of weeks before Bas"s wedding because she didn"t want to be anywhere near Charlotte when the event took place.
"Oh yes, I returned this week. I had a wonderful time."
Doing nothing, he surmised. Ca.s.sandra saw her role in life as to not earn a living but to give parties, entertain and remain a social b.u.t.terfly. She was wealthy and intended to marry wealthy. Rumor further had it that since her breakup with Bas she had set her sights on Donovan"s best friend, Bronson. Luckily Bronson was smart enough to not give Ca.s.sandra the time of day. he surmised. Ca.s.sandra saw her role in life as to not earn a living but to give parties, entertain and remain a social b.u.t.terfly. She was wealthy and intended to marry wealthy. Rumor further had it that since her breakup with Bas she had set her sights on Donovan"s best friend, Bronson. Luckily Bronson was smart enough to not give Ca.s.sandra the time of day.
Everyone also knew she had only latched on to Bas in the first place after Dane Bradford had gotten back with his wife, Sienna. Ca.s.sandra had been Dane"s girlfriend in high school, but the two had broken up when they"d gone to separate colleges. When they returned to Charlotte she had figured Dane would come rushing back to her. Instead he met and married Vanessa"s best friend, Sienna Davis.
Almost two years ago Dane and Sienna began having bad times in their marriage and filed for a divorce. Both Ca.s.sandra"s family as well as Dane"s had hoped with Sienna out of the picture Ca.s.sandra could become part of Dane"s life again. That didn"t happen because Dane and Sienna eventually got back together. Not long after that Ca.s.sandra had set her sights on Bas. Eventually, she and Bas had become engaged, but Bas had called off the wedding before a date could be set.
"Glad to hear you had a wonderful time." He glanced over at Lena. "I"m sure you know Lena."
Ca.s.sandra"s smile didn"t quite reach her eyes. "Yes, I know, Lena," she said, giving Lena only a cursory glance. "I"m really surprised to see the two of you here together in such a cozy setting. I"m disappointed in you, Morgan. I know you can do better."
He heard Lena"s sharp intake of breath at the direct insult, and anger, to a degree he didn"t think possible, took over him. "Just like I knew Bas could do better, and I was right. I hope you get the chance to meet Jocelyn. She"s just what Bas needs, and the Steeles are proud to have her as a member of the family."
When she picked up the water gla.s.s, no doubt to throw the contents in his face, he said, "Be careful, Ca.s.sandra. Your spiteful claws are showing, and I thought you were too socially cultivated for that." He took his seat, not giving her the courtesy of remaining standing in her presence. "Now if you will excuse me I would like to get back to my lunch guest."
He heard her place the gla.s.s back on the table and when he was sure she had walked away, he glanced over at Lena. "I apologize for that."
Lena waved off his apology. "Don"t. I"ve known a long time that I"m not Ca.s.sandra"s favorite person, ever since I became friends with Sienna. I recommend her to decorate a lot of the houses I sell. So Ca.s.sandra"s insults don"t bother me. She a.s.sumed we"re here together for something else other than business and she was wrong...as usual."
She leaned closer over the table. "Now, what I was saying before we were interrupted, Morgan, is that I think I"ve found an interested buyer for your home as well as a place you might like to purchase. I didn"t put a contract on your place because of what you told me about Donovan, but I can tell you they are willing to make you a good offer for it."
He nodded, inwardly not caring what kind of offer they made. "Who are they?"
"The Edwardses. He"s an executive for Brookshire Industries and his job is transferring him here. Matthew and his wife, Joan, are in their thirties and they have three kids. Meghan is ten, Matt Junior is eight. Then there"s Sarah. She"s five and is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair, but somehow she can swim with a.s.sistance. I think she"s the one who liked your pool the best. When she saw it she-"
"You showed them the house already?" he asked in surprise.
Lena raised a brow, wondering what kind of question that was. "Of course I showed them the house. You did give me permission to show your home while you weren"t there, didn"t you?"
He sighed deeply. "Of course." And being the top-notch Realtor that she was, she wasn"t wasting any time doing what she thought he wanted her to do. "What about this place you want me to see?"
She smiled. "I think you"re going to like it. In fact I think you"re going to like it even better than what you have now, it"s just that beautiful."
He lifted a brow. She had piqued his interest if she thought such a thing. "Just where is this place?"
He could see the excitement in her eyes when she said, "It"s just minutes from the airport, which will help with your travels, and in some areas it backs up against Lake Wylie, if you"re interested in waterfront property."
He nodded. He hadn"t been before, but he could be if she was. "So, when can I take a look at it?"
"Whenever you"re free."
"Okay, how about today, after lunch?"
Lena blinked. She hadn"t expected that. "Lunch?"
"Yes. Since you"re here you might as well join me for lunch, unless you"ve eaten already or have made other plans."
"No, but didn"t you eat lunch during your earlier business meeting here?" she inquired curiously.
He lifted impeccably clad shoulders with a negative shake of his head. "No. Anthony and I shared drinks, not a meal. I haven"t eaten since breakfast and I need something. If you"d rather we not go check out this place today we can do it at another time. Just call my secretary and see when she"ll be able to work you into my calendar again later this week."
Lena didn"t like the sound of that. She knew how busy Morgan was and decided she needed to show him the place as soon as she could. "No, it"s okay. If today is better for you, then it"s fine with me. No, I haven"t eaten anything and don"t have plans. I can stay and join you for lunch."
He smiled. "Good." He glanced around and called a waiter over to their table.
"Yes, Mr. Steele?"
"Ms. Spears will be joining me for lunch, Ricardo. May we have two menus?"
"Certainly, sir."
When the waiter walked off, Lena said, "I take it that you come here often."
"Yes, I usually hold my business meetings here."
"Oh."
Raising his gla.s.s he took a sip of his wine, knowing with those words he had effectively removed any thoughts from Lena"s mind that his invitation for her to join him for lunch was anything other than business.
Lena glanced over at Morgan as he expertly maneuvered his SUV toward their destination, which was a twenty-minute drive from the restaurant. He had suggested saving time by using one vehicle, preferably his. That way she was free to cover the amenities the place had to offer while he did the driving.
In some faraway recess of her mind, she knew it was time to begin going over those things with him, but for some reason she welcomed the quietness between them and wasn"t ready for conversation of any kind to intrude. Besides, he seemed to be in his own world, his gaze fixed on the stretch of road in front of him. Nothing played, not even his radio, and she felt a tinge of uneasiness at the thought he could possibly hear her breathing, an erratic sound of wanting and need that she was trying hard to hide. But around him it was nearly impossible.
Even now the scent of him, definitely male, infiltrated her nostrils, sent heat coursing through her blood. In the past she could control her urges and her desires just by turning her mind and thoughts off to them. But since meeting Morgan, she found such a thing difficult, almost impossible, especially when they were in close proximity to each other.
She"d been conscious of a slow, nagging ache in the lower part of her body ever since he had walked her out of the restaurant to his vehicle. By the time she had gotten seated in his truck she"d been almost breathless. And when he had casually bent over her to snap her seat belt in place, it took everything she had to force her Gemini twin back from taunting him by pushing her cleavage forward, showing him as much of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she could beneath the droopy neckline of her blouse, and go even further by grabbing his tie and pulling him in closer; to have her mouth and tongue ready, willing and wet to meet his and- "Okay, what you got for me?"
His question snapped her out of her daytime fantasy and she glanced over at him and met his gaze. It was on the tip of her tongue to respond that what she had for him was anything he wanted and it didn"t have to be within reason. He had brought the car to a stop at a traffic light and was staring over at her beneath thick, long lashes. That ache in the lower part of her body intensified.
More than ever today she was aware of the absence of her panty hose. Usually, she wore a business suit, but because it was one of those rare warm days in March, she had decided to wear a knee-length melon-striped poplin skirt with a melon-colored pullover droopy-neck tunic sweater that flowed past her waist and a pair of flats.
She reached down by her leg to retrieve her leather portfolio to pull out the papers she needed and said, "Ashton Oaks is one of the premier neighborhoods of the Palisades that contain a limited edition of custom homes within a beautiful gated enclave and is in close proximity to the Palisades Country Club."
Morgan nodded. He was aware of the Palisades because of the magnificent golf course that bordered it. "What"s the price range of the homes?" he asked.
"Between seven hundred and two million. The one I"m going to show you falls in between, and I think when you see it you will agree that it"s going to exceed your wildest dreams with its custom kitchens, fantasy bathrooms, glorious-"
"Fantasy bathrooms?" Morgan couldn"t resist interrupting to ask, while raising a brow.
Lena chuckled. "Yes. You"ll know what I mean when you see it. And because over three hundred acres of the land is set aside to preserve nature, there are plenty of hiking and equestrian trails."
"Sounds like a real nice place."
She smiled over at him after closing her folder. "I think you"re going to be pleased. It"s the ultimate in prestigious living. I really don"t think you"re going to find anything better."
He brought his SUV to a halt at a stop sign and glanced over at her, appreciating how the fabric of her sweater clung to her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s and how the rich coloring of her honey-brown hair fell in l.u.s.trous curls past her shoulders. It was his opinion that she had a mouth that was begging to be kissed, and he decided right then and there that she was wrong. He would find something better than the place she was taking him, and that was the place he intended to one day be, which was in her arms, in her bed, inside her body.
"The turnoff is up ahead, Morgan."
Morgan was convinced he wasn"t imagining things when he heard that breathless catch in her voice. "All right." He tried putting all his concentration on his driving but found he couldn"t. Even now his every breath was filled with the succulent scent of her as it floated through the confines of his vehicle. He decided to get control back before he blew things by pulling the truck to the side of the road and kissing the living daylights out of her.
"You mentioned one of the Edwards children was handicapped. What happened?"
"I didn"t want to appear insensitive by asking. I think possibly a birth defect but I"m not sure. But Sarah is the cutest thing, simply adorable. She was ready to get into your pool that day."
Morgan chuckled. "Was she? She sounds like Tiffany the first time she saw it," he said of the niece he"d inherited after his brother"s marriage to Kylie. He knew Tiffany was also Lena"s G.o.dchild. His face formed in a thoughtful expression when he recalled how Chance"s son, Marcus, along with Tiffany, had managed to get their parents together. Too bad there was no one out there looking out for him and Lena.
"Turn right at the next corner, please, and stop. I"ll get us pa.s.sage through the gates."
Moments later Morgan brought his car to a stop at the gated entryway, and after Lena had talked to the guard to gain clearance, they were driving through. His breath actually caught at the impossibly beautiful homes he saw showcased, all custom designed and reflecting varying architectural styles. He immediately concluded that this was one extraordinary neighborhood from the lush landscaping to the pristine creeks that ran along the back properties of some.
"Pull into the next driveway on your left."
He did and he had to stop the moment his vehicle pulled into the yard. Before him sat what had to be the most regal and provincial home he"d ever seen. Completely brick, the three-story structure was twice the size of his present home, definitely a lot for one man. But then, he didn"t intend to live in it alone. He would have a wife, a number of children and a mother-in-law whom he would gladly welcome with open arms.
"So what do you think?"
He turned to Lena when she asked the question. He smiled. "Umm, I"m curious to know what you think."
He watched as her mouth pursed. "I think this place has your name on it."
He chuckled, deciding not to tell her that if his name was on it, then her name was on it as well.
Chapter 4.
So this was a fantasy bathroom, Morgan surmised as he studied the huge room that contained a Roman spa with trompe l"oeil walls, the Portuguese cork floors, the romantic recessed lightings, the cornice tile moldings that framed the wall mirror and the chrome fixtures. And then he couldn"t omit the stone fireplace, the first he"d ever seen placed in a bathroom where you could soak away a day"s worth of stress while enjoying the view of a blazing flame.
The house contained four other bathrooms and they were just as elegant. The walls behind the bathtubs displayed a convergence of ceramic-tile styles against a backdrop of decorative squares and mosaic insets that appeared hand-carved.
But the elegance didn"t stop there. The master suite connected to the main house by a gla.s.s breezeway with elevator access. There was also an in-law suite on the first floor that was the size of a small apartment. The ma.s.sive great room with its thirty-foot ceilings and eight-foot-wide brick fireplace added an expressive intricate touch, and the huge kitchen with its granite-top island and ceramic tile floors did more than add a finishing touch. They provided enhancements not normally found in most custom homes, including the one he was living in now.
He turned and leaned against a kitchen counter. Although when he"d made the request he hadn"t thought it was possible, Lena had done just what he had asked her to do. She had found a home more perfect than the one he now owned. "I really like this house, Lena," he said quite honestly. "Not only is it a home but it"s also a private retreat."
He watched the smile that appeared on her face. "I like it, too, and hoped that you would. I have others to show you but I thought this one was yours."
Morgan shook his head. It definitely was his...and hers. "So what"s next?" he asked.
"I prefer you not put a binder on it yet. I feel confident that I can work with the developer to get a few more amenities. I"m not saying he will give us any, but it"s worth a try, and I wouldn"t be doing my job as your Realtor if I didn"t get you the best bang for your buck."
He swallowed and wished she hadn"t said the word bang. bang. At the moment he would gladly take the best bang for his buck. Even now with her standing across the room he couldn"t help but notice her bare legs and would do anything to get up close and personal just to run his hands up her voluptuous thighs. After getting a glimpse of her yellow bra that day he wondered if she always matched her underthings with her outerwear. He would love to investigate, to check things out for himself by going up under her skirt to see just what was beneath it. At the moment he would gladly take the best bang for his buck. Even now with her standing across the room he couldn"t help but notice her bare legs and would do anything to get up close and personal just to run his hands up her voluptuous thighs. After getting a glimpse of her yellow bra that day he wondered if she always matched her underthings with her outerwear. He would love to investigate, to check things out for himself by going up under her skirt to see just what was beneath it.
She glanced down at her watch. "Oops, I need to leave. I almost forgot I need to pick my mother up a little early today since they"re having a meeting at the center. I"ll barely have time to make it once you take me back to the restaurant to pick up my car."
"Then I won"t. I"ll just take you straight to the place to get your mother."
She shook her head. "You don"t have to do that, really."
"I"m sure I don"t but I don"t mind. Besides, I"d like to meet your mother."
She lifted a brow. "Why?"
"Because I"ve heard a lot about her."
A bemused look touched Lena"s features. "You have?"
"Yes."
"From who?"
"Kylie, Tiffany. She wasn"t able to make it to Kylie"s wedding. I understand she was under the weather."
Lena nodded knowing it was a lot more than that. "It just so happened that Chance and Kylie got married on what would have been my parents" fiftieth wedding anniversary had my father lived. They"d already been married twenty years before I was born."
"Wow, I didn"t know that. I"m sure losing your father was hard on her."