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

left. “She gets paid very well for what she does. And what she doesn’t do,” he said from inside the room.
    Grace padded across the carpet to the doorway he had entered. Without bothering to knock, she walked into what turned out to be Morgan’s bedroom. “Don’t you think it’s a bit above and beyond the call of duty to call her to bring food at this time of night? It must be past midnight by now.”
    Morgan had dropped the robe he wore onto the floor and was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a pair of silky-looking pajama pants. “Rachel does many things ‘above and beyond,’ if you must know.” He stood, pulling the pants up. “Why, does it bother you?”
    “I guess because I’m a woman and I wouldn’t want to be called in the middle of the night to serve food to someone.” She tilted her chin up and crossed her arms over her stomach. “Even though she’s a servant here, you should have a little respect for her time off.” As soon as she said it, she wanted to take it back. What right did she have telling him how to handle his staff? Oh boy, he was going to blow up at her. She just knew it. He wasn’t the kind of man to take orders from a twenty-two-year-old intern who hadn’t really even started working for him yet. Her stomach clenched as she waited for the backlash.
    Morgan stood looking at her for a moment then suddenly burst out laughing.
    “What is so funny?” Grace struggled to keep herself from stomping her foot. Heat rushed into her face. “Morgan? Want to let me in on the joke?”
    He dropped down to sit on the bed, still chuckling. Waving a hand at her, he said, “Come here, Grace.”
    She chewed the inside of her lip for a moment then crossed the room to stand in front of him. “What?”
    His gaze met hers, his eyes sparkling. “You look like a petulant child, standing there with your chin up and your eyes blazing.”
    “I’m no child.”
    “Oh, I definitely know that.” Morgan reached out and stroked her arm. “Sit down.” He patted the bed beside him. “I can see we need to have a talk about how the business runs and how we handle staff.”
    “Are you going to ‘handle’ me?” She didn’t know whether to be angry or turned on. The thought of being “handled” wasn’t really such a bad thing now that she’d seen what being handled meant when it came to make love.
    “Come here.” He snatched the sleeve of her robe and drew her toward the bed.
    She plopped down beside him, turning slightly sideways so she could see his face. Was he poking fun at her expense, or was he going to lay down some rules about her behavior? Either way, it was going to kick in her inner bitch.
    Morgan looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up in a small smile. “This is how it is. Rachel and Missy and Rodgers all love their jobs here. They do whatever is asked of them, and we repay them with not only monetary rewards but also by helping them achieve things they couldn’t manage without our help. They don’t mind if we call them in the middle of the night. They don’t mind if we ask them to participate in bonding camp. In fact, they enjoy it immensely, as you’ve seen with Rodgers. Now, I don’t know what has gotten to you about the whole situation, but you really don’t need to be concerned about it.” He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Things are great here. Everyone gets along. Everyone does their job. You’ll see.”
    Grace sighed. “Maybe I was out of line, speaking to you that way, but I just don’t like to see people forced to do things that they don’t want to do.”
    Morgan chuckled. “I like your spunk. That’s what drew me to you. You’re the only person who doesn’t seem to be intimidated by me. And as far as me forcing people to do things, you sure acted like you liked it earlier.” He gave her an evil grin.
    A knock on the door stopped their conversation. Morgan stood. “Looks like the food is here.”
    Grace followed Morgan