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asses, didn’t comply, she had turned her efforts on him. Feeling sorry for the lonely little girl with the haunting topaz eyes, he had taken her under his wing. Having two wonderful, caring and doting parents, he could never understand why her parents refused to show their only child any affection. He had much preferred growing up in a loving home with little money or amenities to the cold mansion and even colder mother and father that Morgan had had to endure. All the things their money could buy her weren’t worth her neglectful upbringing. If it hadn’t been for Agatha, the Tomlinson’s cook, and himself, Morgan wouldn’t have had any loving adult influence.
    It wasn’t until five years ago, when he had surprised her by showing up for her college graduation, that he realized she was no longer a child, and that the feelings that had started to change the summer of her eighteenth birthday from fondness to lust, had not lessened any with separation and time. Given his lifestyle, and not willing to risk hurting her or losing her, he had been keeping her at arm’s length ever since.
    Now, looking down into her mischievous face and hearing her tease him, he knew he was in real trouble. Because, like it or not, she was going to be stuck here for the next few days and he knew the hard on he was trying to ignore had nothing to do with the light flogging and anticipated fuck he had planned with Sandy.
    “Dammit, Morgan, you’ve made me forget my obligations,” he growled, just now remembering that Sandy was probably still sitting naked at the bar like a good little sub, waiting for him to return. “Come on.”
    Jack pulled her into his room, but gave her no time to look around as he continued across the plush maroon carpet into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered, dropping her hand and turning to start filling the large Jacuzzi bathtub.
    “Huh?” All flirting and teasing aside, Morgan knew she couldn’t just drop her sodden clothes in front of him, no matter how badly she wanted to get warm.
    Steam billowed up from the faucets and Jack turned and placed his hands on his hips and glared at her. “I said, strip. Now’s not the time for modesty. You’ll be lucky if you don’t wake up with pneumonia tomorrow. I have to check on someone downstairs. Unless you need help, I’ll be back in a minute.” Turning, he stormed out of the bathroom.
    Morgan’s shaking fingers struggled with the buttons on her coat and it seemed to take forever before she finally got the last one opened. Slipping it off, she let the coat drop to the tiled floor and went to work on her slacks. The steam heated the bathroom quickly and the warmth felt heavenly as she slowly removed the rest of her clothes. As much as she had longed to have Jack see her as more than a friend or little sister, she would never be comfortable baring herself so casually. She was not slender or petite like her mother, and never would be. Although, at five six, she was a good eight inches shorter than Jack, she was by no means small. Her mother constantly harping on her about losing weight because men didn’t like girls with such big breasts and hips didn’t help her self esteem.
    Morgan sighed as she sank down into the heated water and then moaned as her chilled skin thawed. Years ago, after trying numerous diets and strenuous exercises to no avail, she had given up on being anything but what she was. Maybe Jack liked soft, full figured women, she thought as she sank deeper into the tub. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the last time she saw him. After her graduation ceremony, he had taken her out to dinner and dancing. They had spent the evening talking and laughing, and when he pulled her into his arms for a slow dance, Morgan had never been happier. He seemed to like holding her close and she couldn’t resist the temptation when he bent to kiss her nose, as he was wont to do. Leaning up and turning her head, she made sure his lips landed on hers instead of