Читать книгу The Heiress's Secret Romance - Martha Kennerson - Страница 8

Morgan slowly rose from his seat. “Excuse me.” His brows snapped together, and he came out from around his desk.

Kathleen stood defiantly in front of him. “You asked me out, then, what...changed your mind or got a better offer?”

Morgan was confused, but by the scowl on Kathleen’s face he knew she believed what she was saying.

“And another thing, mister.” She used her right index finger and poked him in the chest. “You don’t say all those beautiful things to a woman and just kick her to the curb without an explanation.”

Morgan grabbed her finger and held it at his heart. “I didn’t kick you to the curb, and I certainly didn’t blow you off. You said you were leaving early and doing something with your sister this weekend. I’d say you blew me off.”

“No, I didn’t.” Kathleen stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

Morgan watched Kathleen’s face morph from anger to confusion to desire. He could see how sincere she was, and he was overwhelmed with emotions. Morgan lowered his head and gently kissed her on the lips. Kathleen slid her hands up and around his neck, pressed her body against him and moaned his name into his mouth. Morgan deepened the kiss.