Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free

really caught her interest was Morgan. He sat facing her, a coffee cup in one hand, a newspaper he was reading in the other.
    “Mr. Moss, your guest has arrived,” Rodgers said. He looked at Grace, his eyes a clear blue. “Please, have a seat and Rachel will bring you something to drink.” He waved a hand at the table.
    Morgan looked up, his dark eyes flashing. “Grace, come in.” He folded the paper and laid it on the table. “I’m glad to see you decided to attend. Would you like some coffee?”
    “I’d love some,” she said, taking a chair directly across the table from him. “Are you the only one here?” She looked around. Rodgers had silently disappeared, and there was no one else in sight.
    “Justice is here. He’s in the gym.” He picked up a knife from beside his plate and tapped it against his water glass. The sound of metal against crystal chimed like a bell.
    A young woman entered from a doorway to Grace’s left. “Yes, Mr. Moss?”
    “Rachel, Ms. Moore would like a cup of coffee please.” He looked at Grace. “Are you hungry? Rachel can bring you some breakfast if you like.”
    Grace shook her head. “No, thank you. I had a small breakfast before the car picked me up. Coffee will be fine.” She smiled at Rachel.
    Rachel nodded and disappeared through the door she had just come from.
    “Is she your cook?” Grace pulled the linen napkin from beside the clean plate set in front of her and placed it on her lap.
    “Yes. She’s a very good cook. You’ll find that out this weekend.” He pushed his plate to the side, the remnants of what looked like eggs and toast remaining on it. “I want to apologize for my demeanor yesterday. I know I have a reputation of being intimidating, but I assure you when I am here, I’m much more relaxed.”
    “There’s no need to apologize. I thought you seemed very professional. After all, you were in your office and at work. I just hope I didn’t interrupt anything important at the time.” She knew he was in a bad mood yesterday and hoped her interview hadn’t been affected by it. He had said if she made it through this weekend that she could start working for him on Monday, but it was only Saturday and the weekend hadn’t even begun yet, so the jury was still out on whether or not her internship was a “go.”
    Rachel returned with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her. “Will there be anything else?”
    “No, thank you. I’m fine.” Grace raised the coffee cup to her lips. The scent was delicious, the taste even better. By the time she looked up, Rachel had disappeared again. “Does she always do that?” Grace asked, placing her cup on the table.
    “Our staff here at the compound tends to be invisible unless we call upon them. It’s the way it is here.” He picked up his paper and began to read.
    Grace stared at him. Had she just been dismissed? She watched him for a moment, allowing herself to study his face. He was very handsome. From what she had read, he was thirty-four and had never been married. Probably because he acted with women just as he was acting now. Private and untouchable. Well, she was not going to let him dismiss her so easily. He may be untouchable right now, but by the end of the day, she was going to be his right-hand girl, whether he liked it or not. Clearing her throat, she caught enough of his attention for him to look at her. “What’s the next step, Morgan? What do I do now?”
    He looked past her, toward the doorway where she had entered. “Rodgers, is the paperwork ready?”
    She turned to look. Rodgers was standing behind her, hands in pockets, a serene look on his face. When had he entered the room?
    “The paperwork is on your desk. Can I be of any other assistance?” Rodgers asked.
    Morgan folded the newspaper again, laid it on the table, then stood. “Would you show Grace to her room? And later, I may call on you.” He gave Rodgers a nod.
    Rodgers smiled, nodded, then looked down at Grace. “Come