Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (68 page)

“I'll stay here for the
week.” Michael smiled at the news, and leaned back in his
chair, his face lit up to the point that Morgan had to cover the
phone with her hand to hide her giggles from Julianne.

*****

Colton had expected his brother
to arrive that weekend, but Kyle had been held up on his job for
longer than expected. It was important that his companion and his
brother were there at the same time, since it was Kyle that suggested
the service to begin with.

Colton was happy to hear that
the young lady would be willing to reschedule, and he looked forward
to having a week with a beautiful woman. Long hours on the job,
sleepless nights, and a craving for female companionship, were all
things that he hoped to overcome with her visit. But it would be
much more fun, and certainly more entertaining for everyone, if his
brother were actually there for the visit.

Entertaining was never a
problem for the fun loving duo, as the identical twin hotties always
found a way to make people laugh. Yes, Morgan was in for some
serious entertaining, but she would have no idea who would be
entertaining her at what time.

Texas

Book
Seventeen

Chapter One

“It's completely up to
you, I don't mean to take over your week or anything...I
just...well...I'd like to have you for myself,” Michael fumbled
with his words as he waited for Morgan's response.

Did she want to go to his house
for the week? As usual, her initial thought had screamed
yes
,
but she also had the selfish part that had recently discovered she
liked time to herself. A whole week off? It sounded perfect. Bubble
baths, muffins, sleep, scary movies. The other side of the story;
she'd also discovered she might have feelings for the man and
spending a week with him would certainly let her know, one way or the
other.
But that could be dangerous. Do I want another man in my
life? Can I go with that risk right now?
She took a sip of her
wine and smiled with her head cocked to the side. She'd made a
decision. “I'd love to.”
I can always leave, right?

“Okay, great.
Well, since you've already paid for your room tonight, I can just
pick you up in the morning, if you'd like.”

“Actually,” Morgan
began, “I was planning on leaving tonight anyway.” After
finding out she'd be staying for a week longer, Morgan hadn't planned
on Michael inviting her to his place. All she'd known was that she'd
wanted to find another hotel, one that would give her an ocean view.

“You want to go after
dinner then?” Michael asked. “It's not a long drive.”
Morgan nodded, her smile unwavering. She looked forward to seeing him
in his own element and finding out more about Mickey-you're-so-fine.

It was settled, the two
finished their hotel meal together, then went back up to her room to
retrieve her things. Everything was still perfectly packed away, so
it was just a matter of grabbing her bags and checking out.

“It's not a mansion or
anything, probably not what you're used to,” Michael explained
as they pulled up to his beach front property.

They both laughed when Morgan
pushed on his arm. “It's not like that. I don't care about
mansions.” Michael reached over and unlatched her seat belt,
then climbed out of the car and walked around to her side. He had
money, lots of it, but like Tanner, he didn't spend it on much. He
spent his money on nice cars instead of boats, but that was about the
extent of it. His home looked cozy from the outside. Large, but not
excessive. Perfect for a single man. Morgan never even understood why
some of her clients lived in homes with more bedrooms than she could
count.

“Good. I don't have a
butler either, so I make my own coffee,” he added as he pulled
her bags from the back of the car. “I don't have imported soap
dishes from Rome or some...
fancy
hand carved marble statue in
my living room. Oh, and I don't have a gate that needs
a....”
“Michael!” Morgan pushed him again, as
he made fun of the other wealthy men, but it was still funny.

“I have fish though.”
His serious tone made her laugh and he dodged her attempt at taking a
bag from his hands. “Nope, go on,” he nodded forward,
then followed behind her.

When they got into the house,
the first thing she noticed was the fish he spoke of. It was a
massive aquarium, one that was at least eight feet wide, filled with
an incredible scene one might see scuba diving in the Bahamas.
Tropical fish darted in every direction, hiding behind the swaying
plants. “Wow!”

Michael dropped her bags on the
floor and came up behind Morgan, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Pretty cool, huh?” he whispered in her ear, then kissed
her neck.

“Are you trying to seduce
me already?” Morgan turned her head to face him and saw the
smile on his face in the glowing blue light from the tank.

“Maybe.” His hands
slid under her shirt then rested on her hips. He then laughed and
shook his head. “Let's get you unpacked.” Michael gave
her a quick kiss, then released her.

Over the next hour, Morgan got
a tour of his house, admired three more smaller fish tanks and even
through continuous flirting, they managed to get most of her things
put away.

It was nearly nine thirty by the
time they got her situated for the week, and Morgan could only think
of one thing that she wanted to do. “Do you mind if I get a
bath?” She smiled sweetly at the handsome man and skipped to
the small dresser in his room to grab some clothes. Her typical tank
and shorts were perfect.

“Want some company?”
He stopped her before she got to the door of the bathroom, and
planted another kiss on her neck from behind. She giggled, but her
stomach interrupted the romantic gesture. “Are you ever
not
hungry?” He laughed when she started to protest.

“It's been like four
hours since dinner.” Morgan managed a quick hit to his head
with a swing of her pink shorts, then ran to the bathroom for a long
soak in Michael's large jet tub. She was shutting the door when the
man walked away to find something in the house to make for her.
“Thank you!”

The bathroom was large, and the
tub was right in the center of the room with two tiled ledges that
served as stairs to her bubbled bliss. By comparison, it wasn't as
fancy as some that she had used in the last few months, but it was
still beautiful. Morgan even laughed at herself as she ran the
water, thinking of how life had changed so much that she had actually
seen bathrooms better than the one that she was in. “I would
have killed for a room like this.” She especially loved the
large bay windows that gave her a spectacular view of the ocean, and
that was something that made Michael's bathroom even more wonderful.
“It's perfect.” No sound system in the shower, no marble
walls, no butler to knock on the door and tell her that it was time
to do something..... just a wonderful room with a glorious view.

She undressed as the water was
almost to the height that she wanted, and pulled her phone out of her
back pocket before dropping her jeans to the floor. Her Angel needed
to know about her sudden change in plans, and that wouldn't be put
off for another moment.

He picked up on the second ring,
right as she was settling down into the hot water. “Sticky
Ass! I miss a bitch, where are you?” Morgan laughed loudly
into the phone, and told him what he wanted to know.

“I miss a bitch too! I'm
in California, my Texas client moved the date back...so I'm.... still
with..”

“Mickey! Oh shit!
You're still with that big hunk 'a stuff ?! Tell me he's making your
earth quake!” Morgan would have fallen over if she hadn't
already been sitting.

“Angel! Earthquakes
aren't funny!” It was true, they aren't, but Angel was. “I'm
not laughing about earthquakes... just so we're clear.” She
nearly snorted at the huff she heard over the phone, and the two of
them laughed as Angel asked the Almighty for forgiveness over his
earthquake joke.

“There, I'm forgiven.
Now, is he.. making your earth....”
“Stop!”
Morgan put her wet hand up as if she were shooshing someone right in
front of her. “He's fun, Angel... so fun!” She went on
to tell him some of the things that they had done and Angel loved the
fact that a man was treating her well.

“Okay, enough about
Mickey dababa do, tell me about Texas...and send me some pics! I
need a visual.” Morgan heard a click and realized that her
Angel had just hung up on her, and was obviously expecting a photo to
be sent right that second.

“You're such a bitch!”
She laughed into the phone and found Mister Texas, then sent it to
her best friend. “Five..four...three...two..”

“Baby Girl, you best let
that man stampede you at the hoedown, barn raising, and the
motherfuckin' rodeo! Damn!”

“
I know, right? You know
what they say, save a horse...” Morgan giggled when Angel
finished the sentence.

“
I'd let him ride my
steed!”

“
Angel, you don't have a
steed!” The laughter continued until Morgan inevitably had to
hang up in order to avoid dropping her phone into a bubbly grave.

“You alright in there?”
Michael's voice on the other side of the door made her even more
thankful for ending the call when she did. Another eruption of
giggles made him open the door. “I don't know what's so funny
in my bathroom, but you have a great laugh.”

“I was talking to Angel.
He says hi,” she said as she sunk deeper into the tub,
stretching her toes over the edge.

“Oh, Angel! He's doing
alright?”

“He's great. I've never
met someone so happy.” Morgan curled her finger in front of her
to tell Michael to come closer, but he shook his head and told her he
would burn dinner if he did that.

“Just for a minute,”
Morgan tried again, then lifted her sudsy leg from the tub and rubbed
it slowly, up and down.

“No,” Michael shook
his head again, then laughed at her efforts. “We wouldn't just
be talking about dinner then, I'd burn the whole house down.”
He didn't argue anymore about it, he only told her dinner would be
ready in ten minutes and walked out of the bathroom.

Morgan huffed loudly, then
stuck her tongue out to the closed door. “Guess I'll just wash
my own boobs!” she yelled, knowing he'd hear her, even if he'd
made it back to the kitchen.

“You do that!” he
yelled back, making her laugh again. She washed up quicker than
usual, mostly because her stomach was screaming even louder than
before, but also because she looked forward to what was coming after
dinner.

“You don't always have to
be such a gentleman, ya know,” Morgan plopped herself down on a
big blue loveseat in his living room, then leaned back so she could
see him moving around the kitchen.

“Is that so?” He
popped his head around the corner, holding up a wooden spoon.

“Very much so. What are
you making anyway?” The smell of his dinner brought her off the
couch, and she started walking toward the kitchen, but he stopped
her. “You can't keep telling me no about everything,” she
told him, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Yes, I can. Sit down.”
Michael pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and guided Morgan to it.
“Don't look at me like that, just sit.” She did, and in
less than a minute, he was serving her dinner. Shrimp fettuccine
alfredo.

“Aw, you remembered?”
Morgan knew she'd told him before that the meal was one of her
favorites.

“Of course.”
Michael lit the candles on the small table and poured her a glass of
her favorite Moscato that she had him hooked on since the party, then
finally sat down.

“This is romantic,”
Morgan inched her chair a little closer, then kissed him softly on
his cheek. “Thank you, Michael.” He didn't have a
mansion, he didn't have an overly fancy bathroom, he didn't have
incredible furniture or plates that were reserved for special
occasions, but he did make
her
feel special and that meant
more than anything else.

“Don't thank me, just
eat, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her right
below it.

“Yessir.” They both
laughed and dug into their dinner. It wasn't the best alfredo she'd
ever tasted, maybe even one of the worst, but he made it, so she was
going to force it down. That was her plan until he brought it up
first.

“Wow...this...this...isn't
good. Not at all. What did I
do
?” Michael pushed his
plate away from him, then drowned the flavor with a large gulp of
wine. “No, don't eat that, I know it tastes like shit!”
He reached for her plate, but she pulled it out of his reach. “No,
seriously, you don't have to be nice. I think it's the shrimp.
Morgan, no,” he was trying to be serious, but she took another
large bite in spite of his attempts and he started laughing.

“Okay, yeah. It's bad.
I'm sorry,” she was giggling so hard she couldn't finish her
apology. “I don't know...”

“I don't either...I'm
sorry. Chinese?” Morgan pushed her plate away and nodded. He
called for their food to be delivered and that night, the two had
their Chinese take out, watched movies and just enjoyed the company
of each other. Morgan didn't try to seduce him again and neither did
he. They cuddled, they talked, and fell asleep in each others arms,
right on the blue sofa.