“I don’t know. Got any suggestions?”
He returned that look by cocking a challenging eyebrow. “You can always tell her the truth, Lena. That we got carried away today and—”
“I don’t think so.”
He smiled. “I figured as much. I guess you can claim you got swollen lips from sipping too long on a soda bottle.”
She lifted her own brow. “Can that happen?”
He chuckled. “It happened to Donovan once, or so he claims.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, if she asks I guess that’s one excuse I could try.” She then glanced at her watch. “I need to go, Morgan.”
“Okay, and we need to talk. Will Odessa be at the day care again tomorrow?”
“No, she’ll be at home all day watching her soaps.”
He nodded. “Will you have dinner with me tomorrow? We can make it early. You and I need to talk.”
She inhaled deeply. Yes, they did. “Okay, what time?”
“How about four? Is that time good for you?”
“Yes, that time is fine.” She turned to leave and remembered he was still holding her hand.
“Hey, not so fast,” he said, looking into her eyes. Then slowly he lowered his head and kissed her, gently and deeply.
Before releasing her he whispered into her ear, “And get on your computer tonight. Around ten. I want to talk to your twin.”
Sensations rushed through Lena’s body as she remembered their last conversation and how they had come close to playing out that fantasy in his kitchen. But still, she wasn’t certain exchanging sexual banter in cyberspace again was a good idea. “I might be busy.”
“If you’re not, then pop into my space.”
She nodded and quickly turned and left.
Chapter 13
Odessa had been so chatty about how her day and evening had gone that if she’d noticed anything odd about Lena’s lips she hadn’t said anything. Despite her initial concern, by the time she had gotten home, taken a shower and eaten a salad for dinner, Lena was too keyed up to worry about how her mouth looked. Her main concern was her future.
Morgan had left her with the impression that the business deal between them was still in place, but she needed to know for certain, which is why she had readily accepted his invitation to dinner.
After getting her mother settled for the night she had slipped into a nightgown and gone into her room to read some real estate literature she’d received in the mail. She tried ignoring her laptop that was sitting on the desk in her room. And she tried not to notice the time. It was after nine. Close to nine-thirty.
Moments later she glanced at the clock again. It was ten. She sighed and glanced over at her laptop. Should she or shouldn’t she? Hadn’t she gotten into enough trouble with Morgan today? Okay, she would admit that after the type of afternoon she’d had it would only be natural to want to spend time talking to him again. But why not by phone instead of cyberspace?
She quickly knew the answer to that one. She and Morgan had crossed the lines of professionalism on their laptops in a way that they could never retract. And although she had claimed it was her twin being naughty and not her, her behavior this afternoon had proven differently. And on top of that, there was something relaxing and comforting, as well as daring, in having a private, intimate and provocative conversation with someone you knew, yet didn’t really know at the same time.
Deciding to stop fighting the impulse, she tossed the magazine aside and got out of bed and reached for her laptop. Taking a deep breath she quickly logged on. It was almost ten minutes after the hour. Had he checked to see if she’d logged on and when he found out she hadn’t had already logged off? She inhaled deeply again, knowing there was only one way to find out.
She signed on with her Internet server and sighed in relief when his name was still there. Leaning back against the headboard she settled into a comfortable position and waited. She didn’t have long for action when Morgan clicked on, invading her space.
Lena?
She clicked a response. Yes, I’m here.
Thanks for dropping by.
And then their fun time began.
Morgan asked the first question. What’s your favorite sport?
Lena chuckled. That would be a quick response and she typed it in. I really don’t have one.
Umm, have you ever played Sex by Design?
She lifted a brow and her fingers went to work. No. How is it played?
Easy. All you need is one woman and one man.
She shook her head, grinning as she clicked a response. Good. I don’t go for that kinky stuff.
Neither do I.
Good to know. So, how do you play it?
You think of a word, the first one that comes to your mind, and the other person has to come up with some sort of sexual story about it.