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It was a wonder she didn’t harbor more resentment toward the Raven and McAdams families. Her mother had worked for Beth and Ben’s family forever. I’d remember seeing her and Morgan at the McAdams home in the Hamptons when I’d go with Ash to play or hang out with Ben. They saw firsthand, a life of luxury and yet weren’t really a part of it. What a blow it must have been to expect to be taken care of, but then tossed out when the McAdams company began to fail.
Where the fuck was Ben in all this? Why wasn’t he helping them? What a fucking loser.
“She’s out like a light,” Morgan said, re-entering the little living room. “I’m sorry I had to cut our lunch short.” She looked at her watch, I suspected to figure out how long before she needed to head back to the restaurant.
“I don’t mind. I like getting more of a glimpse into your life.”
She looked around her tiny apartment, and I was surprised when she didn’t make some sort of comment about my glimpse of it.
“Morgan?”
“Hmm?” She looked up at me.
I moved toward her, wanting to be near her. “Let me help your mom.”
Her head was shaking before I could finish the sentence. “I can’t accept it.”
“You can. You can’t keep living like this — ”
“My life is just fine.”
I gently pressed a finger to her lips, immediately removing it when fire lit her eyes.
“Please, let me finish. I’m not judging you. You’re doing an incredible job managing everything, but you’re going to run out of steam. It’s not wrong to accept help. The restaurant needs you to be focused. You can’t do that if you’re worried about your mother and money.” She didn’t balk, so I continued on. “You’re right. My life is easy. Let me use my money to help make yours easier too. And your mother’s. No one should suffer because of pride.”
I could see in her eyes that her conviction was wavering. “I’ll pay you back.”
I huffed out a breath. “That’s not necessary, but if it makes it easier for you to accept the help, then fine.”
She nodded.
I hooked the crook of my finger under her chin. “Imagine not having to worry about her bills. What will that be like, Morgan?” I wanted the feeling of relief and security to infuse her soul so she wouldn’t change her mind.
She smiled, and it was so lovely my heart did handsprings in my chest. Yep, I was in love with her. I wanted to offer her the world, but knowing her, she’d fuss and argue. Was that just part of her makeup, or was her resistance aimed toward me specifically?
Right now, I’d focus on making her life easier. I’d take care of her mother’s medical needs and make sure the restaurant had everything she needed to pursue her vision. Clearly, I’d influenced her in the wrong direction there. I was proud of her for standing up to me and John. I appreciated her taking me to the food cart to help me understand what she wanted. Now, I was going to let her have free rein on her vision.
I put my hands on her shoulders, which were still tense. “You need to relax. You should let me give you a massage.”
She rolled her eyes. “Billionaires don’t give massages. They pay for them.”
I quirked a brow. “I’ve never paid for a massage.”
She laughed. “I didn’t mean a hand job.”
“Good. The point is, I’m very good at massages. If you lead me to your bedroom and lay down, I’ll prove it.”
She looked at me with suspicion in her eyes. “I already know you’re good with your hands.”
“You have a dirty mind. I really am talking about a massage.”
“Fine, then.” She turned and led me up the hall, passing a small bathroom and a closed door. At the end of the hall was a small room with a double bed. I closed the door behind us.
“You do need to undress. And do you have any lotion?”
“On my dresser.”
I watched her through the dresser mirror as she undressed. She had the most amazing voluptuous body. My dick was already eager to be in her. Down boy, I mentally told it.
I picked up the lotion. Lavender Vanilla. I smiled, noting the brand. I was going to buy this company.
When I turned, she was prone on the bed, her long hair strewn out to the side. She still wore pretty pink panties.
“Don’t want your ass massaged?” I asked as I sat next to her.
“Is there such a thing?”
“Honey, I can massage you everywhere.”
I helped her out of her panties, marveling at the smooth creaminess of her skin. I squirted some lotion on my hands, inhaling the lovely scent of lavender and vanilla. The scent of Morgan. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and then pressed them on her shoulders, kneading and rubbing.
