She frowned, lifting a brow, pondering the identity of the individual who wanted to know. She was not a person who indulged in Internet chats or instant messages unless it was Kylie or Tiffany, and she knew both of them were in bed asleep now. Her gaze was drawn to the screen name, and her heart almost stopped—MDSteele. She immediately sucked in a huge breath upon recognizing the screen name belonged to Morgan Darien Steele.
Ignoring the sensations that shivered up her spine, she nervously typed a response, wanting to make sure it was him.
Morgan?
Yes, it’s me.
Satisfied, she then clicked further to answer his question. Mom woke me. Bad dream. And I couldn’t go back to sleep. She decided not to tell him about his part in her sleepless night. What about you? Why are you still up?
Late business meeting and not ready to go to bed, was his typed response. And then Is your Mom okay?
Yes, she’s fine. And how are things going with your meeting?
All right.
Moments later she typed. Can I ask you something?
You can ask me anything.
Why me, Morgan?
He knew what she was asking him and moments later he typed Why not you, Lena? You’re a very beautiful and desirable woman and I want you.
She swallowed hard, trying to keep her heart from pounding at his words. She refused to put too much stock into them. She was glad he couldn’t hear her low laugh as she typed Come on, Morgan, be for real. I’m not your type.
And what do you see as my type?
Lena frowned. If he wanted the truth she would give it to him. Worldly, highly sophisticated, pencil thin…
Wrong on all accounts. Is that why you never wanted to go out with me?
She quickly typed a response. No. I told you the reason. Once burned you learn not to play with fire.
And you saw me as fire?
Maybe not fire, but definitely someone too hot to handle.
She could tell by the timing that he had paused before sending her his next typed response. What if I told you that I saw you as someone too hot to handle as well?
Lena smiled. Then my response would be that you probably had me mixed up with my twin.
You have a twin?
I’m a Gemini.
Interesting. What’s the difference in the two of you?
I’m not a risk taker. My twin is. She lives for the moment without thinking about her actions. I do just the opposite. She decided to leave off anything about her twin having a tendency to be naughty and wild.
How often does she come out?
Lena rolled her eyes and grinned. Of course as a man Morgan would be interested in knowing that. She’s never actually come out. I’ve managed to keep her in line.
What a shame.
Yes, well, that’s how it is. And with that said, I’m going to turn in now. I’m finally feeling sleepy.
All right. Pleasant dreams. Good night, Lena.
Good night, Morgan.
Morgan smiled when Lena clicked off-line, and moments later he logged off his computer as well. He found it interesting what she’d told him about her so-called twin. Hmm, so there was another side of her, a side she was suppressing, a side where she could become another person, one who wouldn’t hesitate to let her hair down.
He would love to meet that Lena Spears.
Now she had him curious and his pulse began racing. Just the thought of a loose Lena had him reaching for one of the chilled bottled waters the housekeeping staff had left in the ice bucket on the desk. He quickly opened it and took a sip, cooling his insides.
He shook his head, remembering when she’d mentioned she hadn’t thought she was his type. He definitely had to prove her wrong on that, and while doing so he wanted to prove to her that whether she was the ultraconservative Lena or the not so conservative one, she was the woman he wanted.
Over breakfast the next morning Lena thought about her tête-à-tête with Morgan via her laptop. She hated to admit it but she’d actually enjoyed herself. There had been something downright fun about exchanging words with him online rather than by phone or in person. While online he couldn’t hear her responses or see her facial expressions. She couldn’t believe that she’d actually mentioned her mischievous twin to him. Well, he’d certainly seemed interested in that.
“I’m sorry I woke you last night, Lena.”
Lena glanced up when her mother came to the table and sat down. Of all the times her mother had awakened her during the night, this was the first time she had apologized for doing so, and Lena wanted to assure her that there was no need for the apology. “Mom, you don’t have to apologize, I understand.”
Her mother looked at her with sad eyes. “And what do you understand?”
Lena shrugged. “I understand that you and Dad had a close relationship and that losing him was hard on you, and it still is. I know he was your very best friend and confidant. What the two of you shared was really awesome when you think about it.”