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  Trent nodded his head and watched her as she walked toward the door.

  “So, what are you cooking?” he asked her sternly. “I’m home tonight, maybe it’s time I let you rather than insisting on pizzas that neither of you even like that much.”

  Morgan smiled.

  “Well, I’m impressed, I thought you would never ask,” she laughed. “Emma and I will stop at the store and it can be a surprise.”

  Trent raised his eyebrows.

  “I don’t like surprises,” he said sternly.

  “Obviously,” Morgan laughed as she wound her scarf around her neck and reached for her purse. “Is there anything I can get for you while we’re out?”

  Trent shook his head and took a sip of his drink. Morgan reached for hers and took another hot swig too before she placed it down on the counter and headed toward the door.

  She had no clue why she had made them both a coffee right before she was due to head out and get Emma, but it had felt right and as if it was the sort of thing she should have been doing.

  Even though Trent could be a complete ass and rude beyond belief, there was still a part of her that craved to look after him. And now that she had tapped into it, she didn’t know if she was ever going to be able to let it go.

  “My dad is a man’s man,” Emma said as they pulled up to the house and Morgan slowed the car to a halt. “So, I think he’s going to like the steak.”

  They had been to the store after school pick-up, and Morgan had selected three big T-Bone steaks she was going to season and cook on the grill on the veranda. She had once heard that the way to a man’s heart was through red meat… so she just hoped this would make Trent loosen up a bit and stop giving her such a hard time.

  She had also gone girly and bought salad leaves, a vinaigrette dressing, and some red onions to balance it out for her a bit, and Emma had told her that Trent loved big, thick cut fries with his steak, so she had bought some potatoes to make her own.

  “The things you do,” she whispered to herself as she climbed out of the car and lifted up the brown paper grocery bags.

  As the girls went back into the house, she couldn’t help but notice how quiet it seemed, but it wasn’t long before Emma had turned on the television and she was bouncing around on the couches and singing along to the tweeny TV shows that were blasting out on Nickelodeon.

  Morgen smiled as she put the steaks out on a plate and started to season them, and then she turned on the oven and headed to the wine rack. She had noticed that Trent had a pretty good selection of reds, and she had been curious to try some.

  She made sure there were some cool beers in the fridge for him, and then she turned to look toward the veranda when she saw the glint of something in the fading sunlight.

  She stepped toward the French doors and looked out and down into the valley. The view was always impeccable, but on that early evening, it was made even more special when she saw Trent there…

  He was wearing nothing but a muddied vest and a loose pair of khaki trousers, and he was holding his huge, muscular arms above his head as he brought the gleaming ax down onto the logs in front of him. Morgan found her breath catching in her throat as she watched him, and her heart began to race a little faster.

  Damn, he looks good… she thought as she chewed her bottom lip.

  The way the veins in his arms bulged and throbbed made her spine tingle, and she couldn’t believe how perfectly tanned and rugged he looked as he was smudged with dirt and looked as if he had been working outdoors all day.

  She wondered what he had been doing since she had been gone, and whether the wood he was chopping was because he was going to build them one hell of a fire.

  “I hope so,” she bit her lip and grinned.

  “What did you say?” Emma called over to her, and Morgan turned and shrugged.

  “I don’t think I said anything,” she told a little white lie. “I’m just thinking out loud.”

  She moved away from the French doors reluctantly to tear herself away from the incredible view of the older, sexier, mountain man who was also her boss.

  “Get a grip,” she said even quieter as she reached for the wine and began to uncork it. She poured herself a glass and took a big sip before she set it back down on top of the counter and got to work. She had a lot to do, and she wanted to ensure that she was as prepared as she could be before Trent came back up to the house.

  By the time he came back into the kitchen, he was sweating and covered in streaks of mud and woodchips, and Morgan’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. He smiled as he rested down some of the logs and looked over at the set table and at the thick cut French fries cooking in the oven. When his eyes settled on the steaks, he raised his eyebrows and nodded his head approvingly.

  “Not bad,” he said with authority. “Not bad at all for a first try.”

  “Well, I may have had a push in the right direction,” she mused as she looked across at Emma.

  Trent hauled the logs over into the living area and started to stack them up at the side of large, open fireplace and he threw a few onto the already smoldering embers. They hissed with the damp that was still inside of them and then began to pop and crackle as the fire took hold.

  “How do you have it?” she asked him as she motioned to the steak.

  “Rare,” he said through gritted teeth. “Bloody.”

  Morgan found herself wincing. She knew it was how most people preferred it, but to her, there was no way she could eat red meat without it being cook right through.

  “Can I sit at the table?” Emma asked as she bounded through and wrapped her arms around her dad’s legs.

  “Sure,” Trent said. “Sorry about the mud.”

  He looked down at Emma and smiled at her as he rubbed her head.

  Emma shrugged and sat down at the table on her chair and she looked from Trent to Morgan, and back again.

  “I need to use the grill on the deck,” Morgan said as she stepped toward the French doors. “If I need any help can I give you a shout?”

  Trent was watching her with amusement and he nodded and smiled.

  She turned and left the kitchen with the plate of bloodied meat and a set of tongs, and she went to the grill and opened the hood.

  By the time she had gotten the damn thing working, the sun had almost set, but she was determined she was going to do everything she could before she gave in and called to Trent. This was his quality time with Emma, and the last thing Morgan wanted to do was interrupt it or get in the way.

  When she had finished cooking all three of the steaks, she had beads of sweat forming on her own forehead from the heat off the grill, and she was glad to get back into the house and sit for a moment.

  She started to plate up the meat, and she carried them over to the table one by one, laying out an apple juice for Emma as she went, and a beer for Trent, and then a glass of red wine against her own place setting.

  “Thank you for having me for dinner tonight,” she said to them both as they both watched her eagerly. “But just for today, I mean, this is your quality time together, I don’t want to impose.”

  Trent finally cracked a smile and seemed to agree with her. But Emma didn’t seem as keen.

  “I want you to eat with us every night,” Emma pouted. “Can she, Daddy?” she tugged on Trent’s arm and he looked away uncomfortably.

  “Hey,” Morgan said to divert Emma’s attention. “Why don’t you tell your dad what you told me in the car on the way home? About your upcoming school trip?”

  “Oh, yeah!” Emma said excitedly. “We’re going to go to the museum in the center of town and we get to look at all the old artifacts that were found up on the mountain when the first settlers came here.”

  “Artifacts…” Trent said with an impressed grin. “A nice big word, Emma, I like it.”

  “I don’t know what it means,” Emma said with a sigh and a shrug of her shoulders. “But it sounds grown up.”

  Trent’s dark eyes glist
ened and beamed when he smiled, and Morgan couldn’t help but watch him and how different he was when he watched Emma.

  “Well, I hope you enjoy the food,” Morgan said as she started to put some salad onto her plate before she offered the bowl to Emma. “And like I say, I will do this for just the two of you every night. It would be my pleasure.”

  Trent’s eyes were fixed on her again and she wanted to look up, but was feeling nervous, so she kept them averted to her plate. She suddenly didn’t know where she should look, and so she took another swig of her wine and cleared her throat.

  “This wine is lovely, Trent,” she said. “It pairs perfectly with the meat.”

  He nodded his head and chewed. When she looked across at him, she could see that he was still covered in dirt and sweat, and it made her heart flutter.

  So goddam good… she thought. Just look at him…

  She scratched the back of her neck and looked away toward the windows.

  They ate in silence, but this time, Morgan felt a lot more at ease. Emma hummed along to the sound of the television and Trent ate everything on his plate and mmmed and ahhhed as if he was truly enjoying his meal. When Morgan turned her eyes up to watch him, she inevitably found that he was looking back at her, and it was both startling and exciting.

  “Bed time,” Trent said to Emma when they had all finished and she pushed her plate away. “I’m going to come up with you and get you ready tonight. I think we should let Morgan have a bit of a rest after cooking us up that marvelous feast, don’t you?”

  “I sure do,” Emma said as she bounded over to Morgan and wrapped her arms around her neck and gave her a big hug. “Thank you, Morgan.”

  Her voice was a little sing song and it was melting Morgan’s heart more and more each day.

  She watched them as they left the table and headed toward the stairs and she felt warm inside. She knew they weren’t her family, but already, in such a short amount of time, she was feeling as if they were people she was close to and that she didn’t want to lose.

  She smiled and ran her hands through her hair, and then she rose to her feet and started to clear the table.

  It had been the first night that Trent had been properly back in the house, and it had been a success. She could feel it. He had liked her being there, he had enjoyed the food, and Emma had loved it even more.

  Morgan wrapped her arms around herself and held herself tight. Maybe this job was going to work out for her after all. Maybe leaving the general store had always been written in the stars, and the only reason she had lasted that long was so that she was led to this exact moment.

  She rolled her eyes at her own romanticism and then continued to clear the table and clean the kitchen. She was going to have to keep her head screwed on. Trent was her boss, and he was a lot older than her.

  Hot or not…

  Morgan was going to have to ignore it.

  7.

  She was breathing in and out so deeply and slowly that her whole body was weightless, relaxed and calm. She let the warmth wash over her, and her mind began to unravel as the darkness enveloped her.

  She knew she wasn’t fully present, but everything still felt so very real.

  She sighed as she felt her skin begin to tingle, and then she recognized the twinge between her legs that was getting stronger and aching more with each second that past.

  She bit her lip and moaned as she pushed herself backward and found herself on the soft forest floor, with dirt enveloping her.

  “Where am I?” she whispered as she tried to open her eyes.

  But there wasn’t a sound around her apart from that of the babbling brook, of the breaking of small waves over the rocks as they rushed up to the pebbled shoreline. Morgan reached her hands out and pushed down, and yet she felt as if she were sinking even more into the earth. She was so relaxed, she easily could have let it take her, but she was being pulled forward…

  Something was telling her to get up and move. She had to keep going…

  She rose to her feet and shielded her eyes from the intense sun that was breaking through the clouds and the lush, thick branches of the forest trees. She was underneath a canopy of evergreen, and her instinct was to keep moving, and yet there was something that was keeping her rooted to the spot.

  It wasn’t fear, but it was something like it.

  Was it excitement?

  Or was it pure, raw lust?

  She swallowed and felt her pulse quicken and an inner heat begin to rise deep in her belly. She turned and began to walk deeper into the forest, and somewhere behind her as she made her way faster and faster, she was sure that she could hear the intense grunting of a man and the familiar whack and snap of an ax against wood.

  She picked up her pace and kept moving. She was a little afraid, but she was also so turned on, she was trying to push herself to run from it.

  “You can’t give in to this desire,” she told herself. “You have to run from it.”

  She found herself going further and further into the forest, before suddenly, she realized she had no idea where she was, or how she would find her way home.

  “Morgan…” the voice came from behind her and made her jump.

  She didn’t need to turn to see who it belonged to, but her whole mind was spinning, and she craved the anticipation.

  When she finally built up the courage to turn to face him, her whole body was trembling. Her nipples with hard and erect, her pussy ached, and her heart was pounding faster and faster. She could barely catch her breath, and when she saw the look in his eyes, she knew she was in trouble.

  There was no way she was going to be able to resist this mountain man.

  It would take all the willpower in the world and then some… And she just didn’t have it. She didn’t want to have it.

  What she wanted was him.

  “Trent?” she whispered as he took a step toward her.

  He was covered in dirt and sweat, and his big, muscular arms heaved out of the sleeves of his t-shirt. When he got closer to her, he stopped and ripped it off over his head, exposing the most incredible abs and chest that Morgan had ever seen and the most delectable grooves running down into his pants.

  “Oh,” she whispered as she stepped backward and found herself brushing up against a tree.

  Trent took another step closer, and she could see that his dick was hard and big in his pants.

  “I want you too,” he said as he stopped right in front of her and let his big, manly hands take hold of her face and squeeze her cheek lightly. Having him holding her like that sent shivers down her spine and she couldn’t help but gasp.

  She wanted him.

  She needed him.

  There was no way she was going to be able to deny herself this experience.

  He moved closer to her and his lips grazed against hers. Her whole body was responding to him and her pussy was wet and completely aching for him as she lifted her hands and wrapped them around his neck as he stared into her eyes.

  “I want you,” she whispered before he leaned in closer and kissed her.

  His lips were experienced, just like his touch, and as his mouth searched hers he held onto her thighs and lifted her high so that he could wrap her legs around his waist. As he did it, both of their clothes disappeared, and she was light as air. He pushed her bare skin against the tree and her back scratched against it as he opened her legs wider and pressed himself up against her.

  Even without having him inside her, she could feel how big and hard he was, and it was pushing her over the edge.

  “Please,” she gasped. “Oh, Trent, take me.”

  And when he reached down between them and gripped his incredible manhood in his hand, she knew she was about to have the most incredible experience of her entire life.

  When he pushed himself into her, she couldn’t hold on any longer, his thrusts were hard and powerful, and his cock was so big it felt as if she was going to break in half. He grunted and pounded himself into her again a
nd again, and she could feel the years of experience in him, and of all that he could teach her if only she would let him.

  When he thrust into her one more time and hit her in just the right place, Morgan fell over the edge and came in a crashing wave of ecstasy as she held onto him tightly and screamed into his neck.

  Her whole body was bucking, and she was a mess of desire as she quivered against him. He was coming too, and it was hard and powerful… So much so that she felt as if he was going to break her all over again.

  “Fuck, Morgan,” he panted as he took hold of her face. “I’ve wanted to do that since the second you set foot in the house…”

  She smiled and looked into his eyes too… her body throbbing, her pussy still aching but in all the right ways, and then, without warning… those deep dark eyes began to pull her into their centers and the black within.

  Everything went very dark and still, everything was quiet and the sensation of the tree behind her, and the feeling of him in her arms, all melted away to nothing, as she rolled onto her side and gasped…

  She was in bed alone…

  It had all been a dream…

  8.

  When she woke the next morning, she sat up in bed with a start and looked around. Her heart was racing, and her mind was confused, but she knew it had happened.

  She had had a sexy dream about Trent.

  Hell, it was more than a sexy dream…

  It was practically her ultimate fantasy.

  She bit her lip and pulled her legs up to her chest and looked toward the window. There was a crack in the curtains and it was letting in a sliver of bright sunlight and it took her right back to what she had envisioned when she had been deep within the forest.

  It took her right back to the sensation of him holding her… of him touching her… or him pushing himself inside of her.

  She fanned her face and rolled out her shoulders. She was going to have to get a grip. All of it was so inappropriate, this man was her boss. He had hired her to look after his daughter.

  What the hell was she thinking having dirty dreams about him!?