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town and into college. After that, I just kept going." His deep
blue eyes moved back to Morgan. "So, do you ever dream about getting out
of the town you grew up in?"
    Morgan shrugged and before she
knew it, she was falling into his trap again. "I'd like to travel eventually,
but this is my home," she said. She realized that she was answering more
of his questions and she pointed her pencil at him while narrowing her eyes.
"No more questions, pal."
    With a smile, Brent nodded his
head. "I'm sorry," he said, sounding not very sorry at all, "I
just want to get to know you a bit better."
    A heavy flush rose up on
Morgan's cheeks and her heart fluttered once more. It took everything in her
not to throw herself across the desk and into his lap. But she took a long,
ragged breath and tried in vain to compose herself. She looked down at the next
question, and when she asked it, her voice was hoarse and tense. "What is
your home life like? Are you married?"
    Brent's smile was one of
knowing. His eyes twinkled as he replied, "Single as the day is long. Not
looking, though. I have my eyes on one beautiful girl in particular, but I
don't know if she will give me the time of day."
    Morgan's eyes met Brent's and he
nodded ever so slightly. She stared at Brent and her mind blanked. All of those
warnings that she had given herself were silenced. All she knew was that this
handsome guy was staring at her, hinting that he wanted her and her alone. Her
pencil dropped from her hands and the moment seemed to last for an eternity.
    Brent leaned forward and he
whispered to Morgan, "Have dinner with me tonight."
    Oh, she wanted to. She wanted to
leave work that very second and spend every waking moment with Brent. But there
was that little nagging bit in her head that echoed to "keep her nose
clean and out of trouble."
    "I... I can't," Morgan
whispered back dejectedly.
    Brent raised an eyebrow. He was
the kind of guy who did not take no for an answer. "Why not?"
    Before Morgan could stop them,
the words just came tumbling out. "I had to work my ass off to get this
internship. And on top of that, Dryer has offered me a full-time position here
once the internship is over. I don't want to fuck this up. This is the chance
of a lifetime for me and I am not going to let some hotshot football player
screw it up."
    "But you have to admit that
there is something between us," Brent said, still leaned into her.
"You had to feel that spark."
    Morgan narrowed her eyes.
"I won't admit to anything," she said, knowing that she felt it too.
    Brent grinned. "How about
this... How about we make a bet?"
    "A bet?" Morgan raised
an eyebrow.
    "Yeah," Brent's smile
was wide, "How about, if I make the winning touchdown during this Monday's
game, you go out on one date with me? If there's nothing there, I'll leave you
alone for the rest of your time here. And I won't tell a soul, as to keep your
job safe."
    Morgan rolled the idea around in
her mind. It didn't sound like too bad of a bet. And what harm could come to
her if he promised to keep it all secret? Plus, what were the odds of Brent
making the winning touchdown at the game? Even if the Caimans won, Brent would
have to make the final one, right? Morgan thought that her odds were good, and
if it meant that Brent lost and never talked to her again, at least she would
have her career, right?
    She looked back up at Brent, who
grinned at her deviously. Morgan's face softened from stern to a smile and she
said, "Mr. Larson, I'll take that bet.
    Morgan quickly remembered that
she was in the middle of an interview and she glanced back down at her
questions. "One last question and we are done. What is the one thing in
life that you can never pass up?"
    Brent's eyes glittered.
"Winning a bet."

 
 
    Chapter Six

 
 
 
    "Holy chalupa ,
these seats are incredible!"
    "Yeah, dad, I know!"
Morgan shouted over the roar of the football fans.
    It was Monday night, time for
some football!
    One of the perks of working for
the