Regina sat in the chair with a worried look. "He's an hour late. I don't think he's going to show up again."

Morgan puffed out a sigh. "You'd think after two weeks of setting up this same appointment I would get the hint." Grabbing her purse underneath the desk, she dug through it and found her car keys. "I'm going out to find him."

Regina walked with Morgan to the elevator. "I'll hang out here. If he shows, I'll give you a call."

"Thanks." Morgan smiled from the elevator before the doors closed.

Every day for the past two weeks she had called him numerous times to set up the consultation. Unsure if it was fear of seeing him, or the fact she was going to wring his neck for doing this to her, she had refrained from going out to find him.

"Jerk," she said aloud as she rode the elevator to the lobby. "He's not getting away with this." She took out her cell phone and dialed Emma's number. "I've resorted to telling his mom on him." She laughed with an irritated glance as the elevator doors opened.

It was an immediate forgiveness when she saw him. Dressed in a tight-fitting black T-shirt that showed off his well-built arms and chest, jeans that were filled out marvelously, and those bright green emerald eyes staring at every curve of her body, Vince stepped inside the elevator beside her.

"Good morning," he said grinning at her mischievously.

Morgan still held her cell phone to her ear with her mouth agape. Trying to control her trembling lips, she stuffed her phone back inside her purse and straightened her thoughts.

"I've been trying to contact you for two weeks now." She frowned as she pushed the button to the office floor.

"I know."

"So what made you decide to show up all of the sudden?"

Vince chuckled. "I think I was tired of hearing ten messages a day asking me to come in so we can talk."

"Your professionalism is lacking," she growled. "At least try to make a legitimate excuse."

The elevator opened to the office floor and they both stepped out. Vince followed her to her office, making eyes at all the women gawking at him as he walked through.

"Regina, hold my calls." Morgan smiled as they passed.

"Yes, Ms. Price." Regina's eyes were wide, staring at the beautiful man walking by.

Morgan understood completely. She too felt the same way as all the other women in the room, wanting to stare at him. Too bad his personality didn't match his looks.

She shut the door to her office when he sauntered into the room. "Have a seat," she said as she sat down in her chair.

Curious, Vince walked to the window with a smile. "Nice view."

"So tell me, what are your goals for the future of your career?" she asked, getting right down to business.

Vince paced the window leisurely without taking his eyes away from the view of the river. "Near future or distant?"

"Let's start with near future," she answered, trying to keep her eyes on the back of his head, rather than the way he filled his jeans out perfectly.

"One of my goals is to take you out to lunch." He grinned slyly.