All Chapters of The Rutherford Series: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Morgan sat on the chaise lounge chair as Dustin jumped into the pool, only to climb back out again for another leap. With a Corona beside him and a Romeo and Juliet cigar between his fingers, Morgan just laid back, enjoying the late afternoon sun as he watched Dustin in the water. He still needed to pack, but that could wait until the little guy was in bed. He wasn't sure when he would get back to Orlando and didn't want to miss out on even a minute of time with his son if he could help it."Well, hello, stranger," a soft voice said from behind him.Turning, he saw Erin Reese sauntering over, a towel draped over her shoulder and her string bikini leaving very little to his overactive imagination. Her long, dark hair swished across her back in counter to the sway of her hips. Her breasts strained at the thin fabric and he was sure she bought it a size too small for that very reason. She was tall, with a figure that demanded to be squeezed and groped. He knew because he had squeezed and

Morgan paid the delivery man, tossing in an extra five for a tip, before shutting the door. As the door clicked, Dustin screamed out "Yay!" as he circled around the room in a sprint. Erin stood by the kitchen counter, pouring soda for everyone. As Morgan set the boxes down on the Formica, Dustin jumped up and down beside him. "I want cheese! Did you get me cheese?"Erin giggled as Morgan tried to get his son to calm down. "Yes, I got you cheese. Of course, I got you cheese. What else would a little squirt like you eat, huh?""I love cheese!""I never would have guessed." Erin laughed harder as she leaned on the counter beside the hopping body of Dustin. Morgan could only smile as he watched the others. Erin may not want children, but she always doted on Dustin when the little boy was around, and he always clung to her. For Morgan, it was almost as if he was able to play family for a while, a feeling he missed, even though he would never admit it out loud.With plates of pizza and cold

Morgan rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced down at the notes he had made for the new office while back in Orlando. For the past hour, Vince and he had been going over his ideas for how he wanted the place set up and he found he couldn't stop yawning. It had taken him nine hours to travel from Orlando to Biloxi and he hadn't even begun the trip until almost dinner because he had decided to play instead of pack. Once he had shrugged off his annoyance at Jacqui's intrusion, not only into his business but also his personal time, he spent the rest of the night giving Erin a proper goodbye. It was a great idea at first. Not so much that morning. All he wanted to do right now was sleep. Vince had been at the office before Morgan, sweeping up and making chalk lines on the floor where he thought walls should go. When Morgan first saw the other man, Jacqui's call demanding that Vince be fired popped back into his mind. There had been no explanation. Just a demand to fire the man. The cal

Morgan believed the building a business resided in said quite a bit about the person in charge of the company. For instance, those who loved grand designs with fancy details and columns throughout, usually had a high opinion of themselves and were very narcissistic. Morgan referred to them as show-offs. On the other hand, those who had plain, stark buildings were either cold or had a low self-esteem, even though they had achieved their status in the business world and were at the top of the corporate food chain. As for The Karston Foundation, it was located in a tall glass building where the occupant could see out, but those below only glimpsed their own reflection. To Morgan that meant Jacqui Karston preferred to know everyone else's secrets while keeping hers close to the chest. It seemed to fit with what he knew of the woman, so far. There were no decorations on the outside of the building and the few that were on the interior were subdued and rather bland. She didn't allow for flai

But he did. He threw the door open and ushered himself into Jacqui's domain. "Good morning, Jacqui."Jacqui had been leaning back in her chair when he shoved her office door open, a file folder in her hand that she was studying while sipping from a stark white coffee mug. As he expected, it was merely a tactic to make him feel inferior. He hated playing politics and refused to go along with it. Jacqui would soon learn that about him. "I'm pleased to see you're okay," Morgan said. "We were getting worried about you since it was taking so long. Since nothing seems amiss, however, I would like to talk to you about your call concerning Vince Andrews Saturday night.""Mr. Brewer, you were told I would get to you in a moment." She slammed the file folder onto her desk, setting her coffee cup beside it, as she shot to her feet, hands on hips. "You do not just barge your way into my office. Miss Anderson, get Neal Rutherford on the line. I knew hiring them was a mistake and I can now rectify