Part 5 (1/2)
She turned to him. ”No, I found it quite stimulating, actually.”
”Then why didn't you join in? I can tell you need to get off.”
She inhaled and let it out slowly. ”I will. Just not here, and not now.”
”I see. Later then, when you're at home?”
Her lips curved in a slight smile. ”Why, do you want to listen in again?”
Chapter Four.
Tony had been rendered speechless by her comment, Morgan recalled with a smile. The entire drive from the resort he hadn't said a word. He hadn't denied that he'd listened last night, either. So, she'd been right, she'd had an audience last night. And now, over dinner, he remained all but mute. Which unnerved her a great deal. He hadn't even asked any questions for the article-and really, wasn't that the whole point of his being here in the first place?
”You're quiet tonight,” she said, watching as he peeled another shrimp and popped it into his mouth.
”I was hungry,” he said with a mouthful.
”Obviously.” She gazed over at the plate where more than a dozen and a half empty shrimp sh.e.l.ls were piled. He finally leaned back in the chair and took a drink of wine.
”You were pretty silent yourself,” he said.
”I was?” She hadn't realized that, but now that she thought about it, he was right.
Maybe her silence was a response to his. She certainly didn't want to volunteer any information. If he wanted to know something, she figured he'd ask.
They'd both effectively skirted the issue of her comment about him listening in last night. Clearly, neither of them wanted to bring it up again. Morgan sighed, not at all sure how she felt about it. On the one hand, she was appalled at herself for her lack of awareness. There had been another person in the house when she went about screaming her b.l.o.o.d.y head off in ecstasy last night. On the other hand, the thought of him listening excited her. Really excited her. More than it should, considering what it all meant.
”Something on your mind?”
She looked up and shook her head. ”No, not at all.”
”I think we're both avoiding a discussion about something.”
”About what?”
He inhaled and leaned back in the chair, giving her a delicious view of his naked chest. Great pecs, a light dusting of dark hair, broad, muscular shoulders. He was exactly the type of man she went for. Correction-used to go for.
”About last night. About what you did, what I saw and heard.”
Morgan sat up straight. ”Saw? You watched me?”
He grinned sheepishly. ”Yeah. Couldn't help it. Those sounds you made drove me crazy. I wanted the visual to go with them, so I stepped outside and watched you through the window.”
Panic slammed against her chest. What had he seen? What position had she been lying in? Then she remembered and released the breath she'd been holding. She'd been lying on her back. He hadn't seen the scars. ”I see.”
”How do you feel about that?” he asked, seemingly unapologetic that he'd been spying on her most private act.
How did she feel about it? She should be furious with him. She'd brought him into her home and the first night he invaded her privacy? Then again, she hadn't been quiet. But what difference should that make? It was her d.a.m.n house and if she wanted to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e in the middle of the living room it was her right to do so. ”I don't really know how I feel about it.”
”p.i.s.sed off?” he offered.
”Yes.”
”Violated?”
”Yes.”
”Excited?”
She paused, not expecting him to be so forward. But wasn't Tony the type of man
she used to like? A real man, one who took what he wanted and made no apologies for it afterward? Was she subconsciously throwing out signals to him? And how honest should she be with him? After all, the thought of him watching, though shocking, was also incredibly erotic.
”Maybe.”
”Wanna know what I think?” he asked, grinning.
”Would it matter if I said no?”
”Probably not.”
”Then by all means, tell me.”
He poured more wine for both of them. ”I think you're an incredibly s.e.xual woman.
Your body, your mannerisms, and especially your eyes, are windows into that s.e.xuality.”
”How so?”