The Secretary's Seduction by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2002-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

MORGAN laughed. It wasn’t a loud laugh, or harsh, but it was definitely laughter and it was the last thing Winnie expected to hear from him. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you…you’re…a dreamer.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, except you’re bound to be disappointed, and you think you agreed to marry me for love—which is very virtuous—but it’s not exactly the truth.”

She stiffened, blood draining from her face. “You can’t say that. You don’t know that. You don’t know me.”

Morgan smiled grimly. “Actually, I’m beginning to know you. I’m starting to understand you. You’re not quite the altruistic person you think you are. You might tell yourself that all you want from me is love, but that’s not true. You want a lot more than that.”

“Really?” She glared at him, temper rising.

“Really.” He walked toward her. “You want passion, sex, glamour, adventure. You want to try something different, be someone different. You think with me it could happen, and you’re right, it could. With me you can be anyone and anything you want to be—including yourself.”

He stood just a foot away and Winnie had to tilt her head back to see his face. His eyes were narrowed, his expression closed, but the heat he was generating more than made up for his lack of expression.

Winnie was powerfully reminded of how it’d felt in his arms, pressed against his hard body. She felt the warmth increase now, and the slow, seductive rise in energy.

From the dark blue of his eyes, and the angle of his jaw, she realized he was feeling the change in tension, too.

“Neither of us are altruistic people, Winnie.” He lifted a hand, touched the curve of her ear, rubbed his fingers lightly across the skin. His eyes met hers and held. “We both have needs—and some of these needs have nothing to do with love.”

Winnie’s pulse raced. His touch was amazing. He made her feel so many incredible things but her attraction to him was based on love, not lust. “Maybe you can reduce it to the physical, but I can’t. I feel this way around you because I love you, not because you turn me on.”

He smiled. “You’re such a romantic. You want it all—love with a capital L, romance with a capital R, passion with a capital P—”

“Yes, I do, and I think it exists.”

His smile reached his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes, the most lovely shade of blue. They were the kind of blue one would never get tired of. Not a shiny plastic blue, but rich and dark, like sapphires and midnight and silk from the Far East.

His fingertips trailed down her neck. “We could be happy together, Winnie. I know I could make you happy.”

His touch did one thing to her. His words did another. She felt her heart squeeze, protesting against his logic, and his cool pragmatic reasoning. “I couldn’t ever be happy with you if I knew you didn’t love me.”

“There’s all kinds of love. You’re talking romantic love. I’m talking reality love.

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