30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) (11 page)

I laugh nervously at Cameron’s confession. He’s so close I can smell him. His arm brushes against mine, sending tingles of heat all through my body.
Why did I wear a sleeveless shirt?
It’s warm outside. Even warmer in here.
That’s why.

Cameron’s wearing jeans and a button up black shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The fabric is soft on my arm. I can feel the warmth of his skin through the shirt.
I want to touch him. I miss him.
I remind myself how he ended things between us.
You’re a great fuck.

“It was nice of your sister to ask me to come out tonight.” I say. I’m desperate to break the silence between us.
Desperate to stop thinking about him being hot and bothered.
It’s making me hot and bothered.

“She likes you.”

“I like her too. She’s nice. She talks a lot. Makes it to where I don’t have to.” I chuckle.

“I know what you mean. It’s hard to get a word in with her.”

“That’s what I like best about her.” I smile at him then tear my gaze away when he smiles down at me. “I think we’re getting summoned to the dance floor.”

“Looks that way.”

“It’s her night. I might as well dance at least one dance.” I tell him.

I walk past him and head towards Blake and Langston. I know I don’t need to be alone with Cameron any longer. He makes me want things I can’t have. I don’t need to focus on that. I need to focus on things I deserve.
Not just things I want.

“Something New” blares from the speakers and even vibrates the floor. I reach the group Blake is with and she turns her back to Langston so I can dance with them.
I do my best not to look like a stripper.
Habits are hard to forget though.

I move my body to the beat and stay close to Blake and Langston so I don’t get lost in the crowd. When hands rest on my hips I turn around defensively.

Cameron laughs and pulls me to him. I maintain a little distance between us, but start dancing again.

“I didn’t know you could dance.” I tell him over the music.

“There was always no touching before.” he smiles.

I shouldn’t let you touch me now.
It just makes me want to melt against you.

Everything about Cameron Morgan is intoxicating and I know how good he can make me feel.
And how bad.

Yet I find myself inching closer to him. I just want to feel his chest against mine. Brush against him as we move. Breathe in what he’s breathing out.
Be close to him. Just for a few minutes.

“Did you invite him?” Blake tugs on my shoulder, breaking me from my trance. “Did you invite Anthony Port?”

“Um, no. I…I didn’t invite him.”

“I know you’ve been seeing him, Memphis. Tell the truth if you invited him.” Blake scolds.

“I’ve went to lunch with him a couple of times. I’m not seeing him and I didn’t invite him.” I say, firmly.

“Well, he’s coming this way.”

Cameron’s grip on my hips tighten and I nearly feel suffocated by the possessiveness he’s emanating. As much as I tell myself I don’t like it, I know that isn’t true.
I want to be possessed by Cameron Morgan.
I want to be spanked, bound, tied up, hair pulled, and owned by Cameron Morgan.

“I’m just gonna go.” I push his hands away and turn to Blake. “Happy early birthday.”

When Anthony stops me as I’m slipping through the crowd, I make up an excuse about not feeling well. He buys it and tells me to get better. I grab my purse from the VIP lounge and slip it over my shoulder as I head outside. I walk to the edge of the curb and look both ways for a cab.

“Memphis!”

I glance back at Cameron as he walks towards me. I spot a cab down the street and hold my arm up for it.

“Come home with me.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard him say these words.
They sound so good.

So tempting.

“I can’t.” I answer.

“Is this about money? Were you only with me because I was paying you?”

I look down the street and see the cab is getting closer. I silently will it to move faster. I need to escape. I can’t give in.
I deserve more.

“It wasn’t about the money, Cameron.” “Then why not?”

The cab stops as he asks this and I open the door.
I don’t know. Why not?

“I want more than you’re willing to give me.”

The knock on my door is unwelcome and jars me from my thoughts. I reluctantly tell whoever it is to come in. I wasn’t expecting to see Anthony Port walk in my office. He closes the door behind him, but doesn’t sit down.

“Can I help you, Mr. Port?” I ask.

“I see no reason to beat around the bush here. I don’t like what I saw last night at Melee’s. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m making a move on Memphis Stone. You need to back off, Morgan.”

I cock an eyebrow at him and the gall he has to come in my office and tell me to back off.

“I’m sure Memphis can make her own decisions.”

“You think just because you’re a Morgan you can come in and take what belongs to someone else.” he sneers.

“Maybe she already belonged to me.” I shoot back. “Is that so?”

“Yep. Now get the fuck outta my office.”

I look back down at my file and don’t bother glancing up again. He lingers a few more seconds before he storms out.
Pretentious ass.

Who even says things like that anymore? I start going through my file again, trying to concentrate on my case.
He’s making a move on Memphis.
Good luck with that.
Fucking piece of…

“Did you just threaten Anthony’s job?”

I look up and Memphis has stormed into my office.
Two people in one day. Wow.
The door slams shut behind her and she stands before me with her arms crossed over her chest, green eyes flashing.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you threaten Anthony’s job?”

“Why would I do that?” I ask, leaning back in my chair. My cock twitches at the memory of her on her knees on this very floor, me in this position. Her head bobbed in my lap, over my cock, until I came in her perfect mouth.

“He said you made a threat against his job if he didn’t back off me. Is that

true?”

I stand up from my chair and come around to where she’s standing. I love

how she stands her ground and doesn’t back away from me. It makes me want to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass.

“I did no such thing, Memphis. He said you belonged to him and I said you didn’t.”

I know the moment she realizes she’s in danger. Her fingers tighten their grip on her arms. Her gaze flickers away from my eyes. Her lips part and her breath hitches.

I close the gap between us and capture her lips before she can say a word.

Electricity zings through me. Pure sexual heat courses through my blood.
Damn, how I want this woman.

Her arms loosen and wrap around my neck. Her tongue dances against mine.
Tasting. Giving. I miss this.
Her hands slide down my chest and she gives me a gentle push. I reluctantly break the kiss.

“Cameron…don’t…” she’s breathless as she speaks. “Just don’t…”

“I’ll take you to lunch.” I state.

She looks at me, eyes wide. A hand reaches up to touch my lips that are still tingling from our kiss.

“It’s fine, Cameron. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” she says, quietly.

“I’m serious. Let me take you to lunch.”

I don’t know what’s made me say these idiotic things, but I can’t get her off my mind. I know deep down I’ll probably fail miserably at being who she wants me to be, but I feel like I’m damned if I don’t at least try.
I have to try.

Memphis leans in and gently pecks my lips. My heart hammers in my chest waiting on her answer.

“I can go to lunch with you tomorrow.”

Holy shit.
I’m meeting Cameron for lunch in fifteen minutes. What the hell am I thinking? We can’t do this. It’ll never work. We’ve already had crazy hot sex. Now we’re trying to be normal.
I guess.
I don’t even know what we’re trying to do.

I pick up my phone and call Anniston. Sharon and Mr. Morgan have already gone to lunch so I have a few minutes to myself. She picks up after three rings. I half expected to get her voicemail.

“I’m freaking out.” I say.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I have a lunch date with a guy from work that I really like. It’s complicated.

That’s all I can say. Calm me down.”

“Well, don’t tell him you’re a stripper. Don’t sleep with him too soon. And be nice. You’ll be fine! He’ll love you!”

Three things that are shot to hell.
“Let’s change the subject. How are your grades?”

“Better. All A’s and B’s. I told you I would bring them up. How’s the new job?”               “It’s good.”

“So why are you still stripping?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about quitting soon.”

“Just stop now. I’ll get a part-time job. Maybe I should strip.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m only kidding! But seriously, I could get a part-time job and maintain my grades. I’m doing good now. I’m not going out as much and my grades are solid.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Cameron should be here any minute.”              

“Ooh…Cameron? I like it.”

I hang up feeling a little better. I lean down to get my purse from under my desk and when I sit up, Blake is walking in.
Blake, not Cameron.

“Please don’t hate him. Jim called him into a meeting with a client last minute.

I’m here to take you to lunch.”

“Well, you don’t have to do that. I have some yogurt in the fridge.” I tell her, but she’s already shaking her head.

“We’ll go to this great Chinese restaurant a few blocks from here. Do you mind walking?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you mad at Cameron?” she asks as we take the elevator down.

“No.” I answer. We step out of the building and onto the sidewalk.

“You can be honest with me, Memphis.”

“I’m not surprised, but I’m not mad.” I answer, truthfully.

“Okay, I’ll be honest with you too then. I don’t know what you’ve done to my brother. I know he’s said there was nothing going on between the two of you before the Barr dinner, but he wouldn’t have told me the truth if there was. Friends with benefits, just friends, I don’t care what you two were. Whatever it is, he’s different with you and he’s never different with anyone. Typically, he wouldn’t have even bothered having me come tell you in person that he couldn’t make it today. He would’ve had one of the receptionists cancel for him.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it.” “Turn left up here.” Blake instructs.

We walk into Ching Li Garden and she drops the subject of Cameron only while we place our orders. I don’t bother trying to tell Blake to be quiet or change the subject.
It’ll do me no good.

“Cameron is hard-headed, arrogant, and stubborn. It’s going to take a special woman to reach his heart. Ever since our mother died, he’s been closed off. He wasn’t always like this though. He used to be so open with his heart. Carefree.

Happy. I’m telling you this because I think you might be that woman, Memphis.”

I take a sip of my coke and try to think of the right thing to say to Blake. I let her words sink in a few seconds before I speak.

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself here. I barely know Cameron and he definitely doesn’t know me. You certainly don’t know me, Blake. I don’t want you to get your hopes up that I’m the woman your brother is supposed to be with or that’s going to make him happy. There’s a huge possibility that I’m going to let you down.”

“I know that. It’s just that…you already make him happy.”

I run my hand through my hair and close the file on my desk. It’s after eight o’clock and I’m just now leaving my office.
I hate days like this.

I pull my phone out of my pocket as I’m walking to my car. I try Memphis’s cell, but I get her voicemail. I call Blake.

“Was she mad?” I ask when she answers. “No. She said she wasn’t surprised though.”

“Shit. She’s not answering.”

“She said she had to work.”

“She told you that?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah. She said she works part-time at some restaurant. I don’t know why she thinks she needs two jobs though. I’m pretty sure dad pays her well enough.”

“I don’t know. She doesn’t tell me much.” I tell her.

“Look Cameron, I think if you’re gonna attempt this with her, don’t do it half-