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“No. I know it. You got all that off Kland5568?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You guys are amazing.”
“Yup, that’s why you make the big bucks.”
Tristan scoffed. No, he didn’t. Not yet anyway. Grandfather believed in proving yourself. No handouts. But he knew the tech support, especially ones like Cory, who did the stuff that was kept on the down-low, weren’t paid enough for the long, often oddball hours they worked.
“Thanks. Make sure you bill for triple time. I’ll make sure it’s approved.”
He hung up, tossing the phone on the mattress. The body next to him finally groaned and squirmed. Morgan Hartley shifted around until she popped her head up off the pillow. “What’s the old bastard got you up to now?”
Tristan leaned over and kissed her mouth before grinning at her grumbled insult. “Just some tech stuff we needed. Go back to sleep.”
She flipped over and burrowed under the covers more. He sighed and headed for the shower. His alarm was going off in minutes anyway. It really wasn’t that early. He’d been up late finishing reports, so morning felt like a kick in the stomach. After showering, he entered his master bedroom with only a towel on. Morgan was stirring again.
He dressed quickly in a tailored Armani suit. His grandfather had early on shown him how to dress, of course. Morgan stirred again as he leaned over to pull his dress socks up. He glanced up as she scooted towards where he sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “What’s the old crab got you up to today?”
He rubbed one of her hands with his own. “He’s not that bad. He’s intense, but he’s given me every ounce of ambition and opportunity there is. Neither of which my own father would have ever bothered with. He’d have to have realized he had a son first.” Tristan stopped moving as he absently rubbed her hand. Why would he go into that? Morgan didn’t care. Nor did he need to be crying about a father more into his flings, usually of the younger persuasion, than he ever was into either of his sons.
“I know. Old Grandpa’s just exacting. Couldn’t he find a better way to boss you about?”
Tristan turned and kissed her cheek. Ellis would not appreciate being referred to as “old grandpa.” “It’s called work, Morgan. It’s just what it takes. And today, I have some computer issues to attend to.”
She sighed and flipped back on the bed, her long legs sliding up as her nightie rose high. “Sure you can’t stay awhile?”
He smiled as he turned and followed her, lying beside her he kissed her for several moments, then lifted his head. “Hey, you still don’t mind if we date others? Right? I mean, we’re good?”
She smiled, lifting her hand to brush back his hair. “No. I don’t mind. Why? Hot date?”
“No. Business, actually. But it might look like a date. Or dates. You don’t care?”
“No, we understand each other. Besides, I have ‘business’ too.” She grinned as her wide mouth leaned in and she kissed him again.
He brushed her shoulder length hair through his fingers. “Do you ever think we should?”
“Should what?” She frowned as she leaned over him, her brow furrowed.
“Should maybe not have an understanding or business with anyone else.”
Morgan shook her head and laughed. “Don’t go ruining a great thing, Tristan. We get each other. How this works. We’re not in love. You know there’s no such thing. How many times have we had that conversation? It’s a waste of time to imagine anyone staying together ‘forever’ without wanting another. It’s biologically impossible. So why set ourselves up to fail?” Morgan quickly sunk a last kiss on his lips before she got up and sauntered into his bathroom, essentially ending the conversation and his inquiry.
He sighed, flopping his hands back on the mattress to stare up at the ceiling, fifteen feet up that peaked with canned lighting and two skylights. Morgan was right. They’d had this
“Yes, sir.”
“You guys are amazing.”
“Yup, that’s why you make the big bucks.”
Tristan scoffed. No, he didn’t. Not yet anyway. Grandfather believed in proving yourself. No handouts. But he knew the tech support, especially ones like Cory, who did the stuff that was kept on the down-low, weren’t paid enough for the long, often oddball hours they worked.
“Thanks. Make sure you bill for triple time. I’ll make sure it’s approved.”
He hung up, tossing the phone on the mattress. The body next to him finally groaned and squirmed. Morgan Hartley shifted around until she popped her head up off the pillow. “What’s the old bastard got you up to now?”
Tristan leaned over and kissed her mouth before grinning at her grumbled insult. “Just some tech stuff we needed. Go back to sleep.”
She flipped over and burrowed under the covers more. He sighed and headed for the shower. His alarm was going off in minutes anyway. It really wasn’t that early. He’d been up late finishing reports, so morning felt like a kick in the stomach. After showering, he entered his master bedroom with only a towel on. Morgan was stirring again.
He dressed quickly in a tailored Armani suit. His grandfather had early on shown him how to dress, of course. Morgan stirred again as he leaned over to pull his dress socks up. He glanced up as she scooted towards where he sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “What’s the old crab got you up to today?”
He rubbed one of her hands with his own. “He’s not that bad. He’s intense, but he’s given me every ounce of ambition and opportunity there is. Neither of which my own father would have ever bothered with. He’d have to have realized he had a son first.” Tristan stopped moving as he absently rubbed her hand. Why would he go into that? Morgan didn’t care. Nor did he need to be crying about a father more into his flings, usually of the younger persuasion, than he ever was into either of his sons.
“I know. Old Grandpa’s just exacting. Couldn’t he find a better way to boss you about?”
Tristan turned and kissed her cheek. Ellis would not appreciate being referred to as “old grandpa.” “It’s called work, Morgan. It’s just what it takes. And today, I have some computer issues to attend to.”
She sighed and flipped back on the bed, her long legs sliding up as her nightie rose high. “Sure you can’t stay awhile?”
He smiled as he turned and followed her, lying beside her he kissed her for several moments, then lifted his head. “Hey, you still don’t mind if we date others? Right? I mean, we’re good?”
She smiled, lifting her hand to brush back his hair. “No. I don’t mind. Why? Hot date?”
“No. Business, actually. But it might look like a date. Or dates. You don’t care?”
“No, we understand each other. Besides, I have ‘business’ too.” She grinned as her wide mouth leaned in and she kissed him again.
He brushed her shoulder length hair through his fingers. “Do you ever think we should?”
“Should what?” She frowned as she leaned over him, her brow furrowed.
“Should maybe not have an understanding or business with anyone else.”
Morgan shook her head and laughed. “Don’t go ruining a great thing, Tristan. We get each other. How this works. We’re not in love. You know there’s no such thing. How many times have we had that conversation? It’s a waste of time to imagine anyone staying together ‘forever’ without wanting another. It’s biologically impossible. So why set ourselves up to fail?” Morgan quickly sunk a last kiss on his lips before she got up and sauntered into his bathroom, essentially ending the conversation and his inquiry.
He sighed, flopping his hands back on the mattress to stare up at the ceiling, fifteen feet up that peaked with canned lighting and two skylights. Morgan was right. They’d had this
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