The Trouble With Temptation (Second Service Book 3)(10)

Okay. So she could see how some people would think she went a little overboard. Posters and artwork lined her walls. Action figures and vinyl toys were propped up on every open surface. She even had a couple of spaceship models hanging from the ceiling near the back corner. But she loved every single piece that she’d placed in here. They all had significance to her. They all made her smile.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Daniels?” she asked as he picked up one of the figurines from the corner of her desk.

“Ty,” he corrected.

“Okay…Ty.”

He held up the doll, dressed in a tweed suit and red bow tie, and showed it to her. His eyebrows arched with a question, making him look even more adorable. She hadn’t realized that such a thing was possible.

“It’s the eleventh doctor,” she said.

“Ah,” he said, looking down at the figurine in fascination. “I have no idea what that means.”

“That’s okay.” Morgan took a step toward him. Her fingers brushed against his as she slipped the doll from his hand. Ty looked into her eyes at the contact, and Morgan drew a breath as the same electric sizzle from last night ran through her.

That was it. She had to get out of the club more often. She was stressed out and needed a release. That was all. One brush against a tall, dark hottie shouldn’t have her panting like a puppy.

Morgan tossed the figure down on her desk and went back to her chair. She gripped her fingers around the back.

“What did you need to talk to me about, Mr…Ty?”

His hand found the two square inches of empty space on her desk, and he leaned against it. “Just thought I should drop by before my shift and see if I still have a job.”

Morgan’s brows pulled together before her eyes went wide. She’d been so wrapped up with her own drama that she’d almost forgotten his conditional status.

“Y-yeah. Of course.” The words caught in her throat as they tumbled out. “You did great last night. The job is yours if you want it.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem.” Morgan would be a fool not to keep him on. She’d seen how the female clientele had fawned all over him. And the waitresses had raved about him all night. Morgan had even overheard Lecia calling him her White Knight.

If she were honest, he’d played that part for her last night as well.

Morgan glanced down at her desk. The images of the Bratva victims popped up in her head.

She had a terrible feeling White Knights didn’t fare so well outside of fairy tales.

Crap.

“Hey,” Morgan said, stopping Ty as he started to walk out of her office. “About last night.”

Ty turned and faced her. His expression was flat, and his shoulders were stiff. He wasn’t as relaxed as he wanted her to think he was. “What about last night?”

“You saved me from a tense situation, and I wanted to thank you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talk—”

“Save it.” Morgan cut him off. “You know it. I know it. Let’s just stop pretending.”

Ty straightened, but didn’t say a word. That was better.

“You’re a nice guy, Ty,” she said, stepping closer. “And I know you were trying to help, but, I promise you, I can take care of myself.”

“Are you in some kind of danger?” His voice took on a steely edge of concern.

Yes. Maybe. Who the hell knew?

“No.” Morgan shook her head. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

He didn’t look convinced. He tilted his head to look her in the eye. Gone was the languid charm from a moment ago. His whole body was strung tight. Morgan could practically feel the energy emanating from him.

“It’s just a little family drama, that’s all,” she continued, trying to reassure him.

“You’re sure you’re not in any trouble?” he asked, his voice practically vibrated with intensity.

“I’m fine. I swear,” Morgan said, looking him dead in the eye. She tried her best not to squirm under his scrutiny.

After all, where was the harm in one little lie?





Chapter Five




Morgan Kincaid was a terrible liar. The thought floated through Ty’s head as he pulled the Ducati into the alleyway behind Kincaid’s.

Her tells were obvious. Her jaw tensed. Her eye contact intensified. She scratched her nose. Over the last couple of days, he’d been able to spot every white lie and whopper that had fallen from her lips. Starting with the one about not being in any trouble with the Bratva.

The lies hadn’t surprised him. He was used to people trying to deceive him.

Ty still hadn’t figured out how deep Morgan Kincaid’s connection with the Bratva went, but he was showing up at the club early again today hoping to find out.

Ty had figured he’d burned any chance of getting on Gregg Kincaid’s good side when he’d come to Morgan’s rescue. Which meant his only chance of getting any deeper into the workings of the club laid with getting closer to Morgan.

And that’s what he planned on doing. Ty didn’t care how long it took, he was going to gain her trust. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard. A smile here. A joke there. Ask her questions about her toys and trinkets.