She shook her head. “They were out on a hiking trip when they were killed. It was one of those rare serial killers out there in the wilderness. They weren’t his only victims, but they were the ones that mattered to us.”
“Did they catch him?” Fuck, I would lead the manhunt myself if it was my parents. Even the thought filled me with rage.
“Yes, he was sentenced to death. He’s still alive, stealing oxygen from others, and I hate him.”
“I’m truly sorry, Morgan.” Damn, I wanted to hold her close and take away the soul stealing anger that I felt at her words.
“Thank you, and that’s kind of why my sister and I stick together.”
“At least you still had her these past few years, right?”
“Yes, although I was close to being a ward of the state. It’s nuts how politics work, but my sister told them it was a waste of money and funds to argue about my life when I was going to be kicked out of state housing at seventeen anyway. They agreed and my sister gained guardianship over me.”
“Do you want to finish design school?”
“I’m not sure anymore. I went for a short time and thought it was terrible. Maybe it was that school or something, but I’ve been in the industry since I was a little girl and that wasn’t the best way for me to learn.”
“Your work speaks for itself from what I can see.”
“It’s just a small sample. There is more to see if you’d like. This would be my first project if you’re satisfied with it.”
“I am, and I would love to see more of your work. The last ones were not to my liking at all.”
“Me either, but she was the most educated one on the staff.”
“Well, that’s not everything.”
“Thank you, Julian.”
“Say my name again,” I demanded.
“Julian?” she repeated, a bit confused about my request. My cock was pressing against my jeans, constricting my blood flow and sense, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Wow, it’s sounds perfect from your lips. Even when you say it as a question.”
“We are getting away from work again,” she warned me.
“And? I thought we covered all that already. I don’t want you to pretend that this is just business. You know it’s not.”
“Maybe, but it should be.”
“It doesn’t have to. I want you and I know you want me. What difference does it make that I’d like you to do the project as well?”
“Are we done here?” the waiter asked, interrupting our conversation.
“Yes, we are,” she said. Of course, I couldn’t argue.
I paid for the dinner, then we walked toward the exit.
Chapter 4
Morgan
We managed to get through dinner without me caving to his flirting. I wanted to believe what he was saying, but I'm young - not dumb.
"Let me walk you to your car,” he stated.
"It's fine. I can walk myself,” I argued. I didn’t want him to see my truck, that was why I parked far away from the restaurant.