The hostess seats us at my favorite restaurant, near the back in a private round booth, and I let her sit before I slide around next to her. It takes a lot to get me out of my jeans and t-shirts, but dinner with Morgan can do it, and the way she’s looking at me makes it worth it.

“You clean up nice, Mr. Jennings.” Morgan’s toe rubs up and down my calf under the table, and despite fucking her as soon as we left work, my cock jumps to attention again. It’s been an amazing few weeks to say the least. Morgan stays with me, watches me work, and for the first time in months, looks happy.

“Keep it up and I’ll have my hands under your skirt at this table, Boss.” God, I’d love to finger her at the table, watch her come apart in my hands and try to keep quiet about it. Then I’d lick my fingers clean and eat my dinner. Her foot freezes and the blush moves up her neck to her cheeks. “It’s so fucking sexy when you blush.”

“Do you say that to all your dates?” Morgan throws back at me, trying to make me pay for my threat.

“Only you. I thought we established that. You really want your ass smacked tonight, don’t you?” There is no way we are going to make it through dinner with her sassy mouth and her foot rubbing my leg. “We can leave now, and I can fuck you in the truck.” I scoot closer and run my hand up her thigh, to the hem of her skirt.

“Everett.” She tries to sound serious, but she almost moans my name and I nearly come in my pants at dinner. “First time we go on a proper date, and you’re going to act like an animal.” I ease my hand up further, toying with the edges of her lace panties. Damn right I’m an animal. Morgan can barely order her dinner through my teasing, but she loves it, even if she’d never admit it. I turn to watch her face after the waiter leaves and push her panties over to rub her clit. She bites back a whimper and I laugh.

“I warned you, Boss.” I lean in and kiss her, dragging her plump bottom lip between my teeth. “I can’t keep my hands off you. You smell and taste like heaven. This is all I’ve wanted for months and now I have it.” I pick up my pace, rubbing her clit harder. Morgan whimpers, and I shush her.

“Oh, God, Everett,” Morgan whispers, digging her nails into my thigh. “You need to stop.” Her eyes close and she leans into my shoulder as I scan the room. No one is paying any attention to us, so I keep going, pressing my thumb into her clit and sliding two fingers into her soaked pussy. In a matter of seconds, she clamps down on my fingers and bites her lip, completely falling apart. As soon as Morgan lets out a breath and her legs start trembling, I slide my fingers out from between her legs and bring them to my mouth.

Morgan’s blue eyes go wide, and I lick my fingers clean. “I warned you.” I take a drink of my water and, as soon as I set the glass down, she kisses me, hard and fierce. I run my hands into her loose hair and swipe my tongue into her mouth, hoping she can taste herself on me. Now if I could just get her to tell her daddy to get lost and keep her home with me. It’s been weeks, but I can’t get her to quit the damn job.

“Am I interrupting?” Someone knocks on our table, breaking the kiss. Morgan looks mortified, and I turn to see the fucking weasel in a suit standing right in front of us. I finally drag my woman out in public and this doucebag interrupts our date.

“Preston.” Morgan wipes her mouth with her napkin, putting it politely back in her lap, “What are you doing here?” She starts to stand, but I put a firm hand on her thigh. If my woman even shakes his hand, I’ll rip his arm off.

Instead of answering her, the jackass looks at me. “Does Daddy know you’re whoring it with the help?” He laughs. “Well, of course he doesn’t. Lowell would have you cut out of the will and frozen your assets.” Preston puts his hands on the table, leaning over to stare her down. “Not agreeing to our merger is a big mistake, Morgan. I’m going to own you and your father over this. You two have a good night.” He pushes away from the table and struts off. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in the city’s nicest restaurant, and I don’t care if he runs and tells Daddy McPherson, I’m gonna beat his scrawny ass for calling my woman a whore.

“I’ll be back.” Morgan tries to grab for me, but I’m too fast. I follow the weaselly little prick toward the bathroom with Morgan trailing behind me hissing my name, begging me to stop. Preston’s eyes go wide when he realizes I’ve chased him down and he slips into the bathroom trying to avoid me. Nice try, motherfucker. I stop the door and shove him out of the way to get in, then lock the door behind us.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he squeaks as I power toward him. This motherfucker should die for what he said to Morgan. Let her shit excuse for a father freeze her assets; she doesn’t need them.

I don’t answer and don’t hesitate. I just grab him by the front of his shirt and slam my fist into his jaw. The satisfying crack of knuckles on face echoes around the empty bathroom and Preston slumps to the floor, sliding down the stall door. “You come near my woman again and I’ll build a skyscraper on top of your shallow grave.” I kick him in the ribs for good measure and revel in the grunt he makes as the wind leaves his body. Teach him to threaten what’s mine.

I leave the douchebag on the bathroom floor and unlock the door to find Morgan beating on it. “What did you do?”

“Took care of some business.” I take her hand and pull her after me to the table, drop some bills on it, and pull her behind me to the truck.

She digs her heels in as soon as we get outside. “What did you do, Everett?” As hot as she is when she gets mad, I can’t handle being questioned right now. I want to get Morgan home and wrap myself in her.

“I let him know to stay away from you. Now, let’s go home and go to bed.” Instead of walking, Morgan grips my hand harder. “Now, Boss.”

“I can’t believe you hit him!” She tries to pull me back in the restaurant, but there is no way her tiny ass can pull me anywhere. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? It’s bad enough that he caught us in public!”

“Caught us?” I rub my brow, trying not to make a scene. “I’m not asking again, Morgan. Put your pretty little ass in my truck so we can go home and we can talk about this.” Before she can yell at me again, her phone rings and she pulls it from her purse. I throw my head back and groan. I’m about over shit tonight. All I want is a real date with my woman.

“Hello?” Morgan jerks her hand from mine. “Yes, Sir. No, I’m busy.” Morgan won’t even look at me. “Of course. I’ll be right there.” Morgan hangs up the phone and glares up at me. “Dad needs me in his office. Now. I need to find the missing money and not be out playing girlfriend to a man who can’t hold his temper. I can’t believe I let you distract me like this. Bye, Everett.” With that verbal punch to the gut, Morgan rushes off the sidewalk to hail a cab.

“Playing?” I roar at her.

“Yes! Playing. Do you even know what this means? You are going to jail for assault and I need to act like a responsible business owner or I’ll be in the next cell for embezzlement. Let’s call this whole thing temporary insanity and cut our losses.” She wipes a tear from her eye, and I take a step toward her, ready to snatch her ass up. She holds a hand up to stop me, and I freeze in my tracks. “I’m sorry, Everett.” I watch stupidly as Morgan climbs in the car and pulls off into the dark.

I let the taxi get to the corner before I jump in the truck and peel out after them. Morgan can run, but she can’t hide. I gathered my information and was prepared to wait for the perfect moment to get her out of the company and away from her piece of shit dad, but his minion forced my hand. Now I have to chase my woman because she’s obviously lost her damn mind.