Just for Fun (17 page)

“I told you, if you’re in a hotel room with a hot girl who wants you naked, you don’t call home to check in.”

Morgan grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m with a hot girl.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.

“Your voice sounds funny, Dooley,” Kevin finally said.

She laughed. “Kevin, this is Morgan.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.”

“You saw the strange phone number and assumed it was Doug?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“No harm done. I do want him naked and I appreciate the hot girl comment.”

“For the record, a hot girl with a good sense of humor is even better.”

“Better than a naked hot girl?” she teased.

“There’s very little that’s better than a naked hot girl,” Kevin said. “Though naked
and
with a good sense of humor is the epitome.”

“I thought you were the good Christian boy who knows how to use utensils.”

“Ah, Dooley’s been talking about us.”

“Maybe I saw the cross necklace around your neck that first night in the bar.”

“Nah, you only had eyes for Dooley. Which I liked about you, by the way.”

And she liked Doug’s best friend. “Then maybe you’d be willing to help me out.”

“I’m not telling you any of the dirt I have on him. Don’t want to scare you off.”

“How about telling me the best date I could possibly take him on?”

That made Kevin pause again. “Isn’t this whole trip the best date you could possibly take him on?”

She smiled. “This is a business trip and a favor he’s doing for me. I want to take him out somewhere great besides all this. Somewhere he’d love.”

“I don’t know that he’s feeling this is a favor. Heard the hotel was amazing, the food’s incredible and, well, there’s the naked hot girl thing, of course.”

“I know but… It’s just…” She sighed. “I just want to do something
more
. What I can buy him or where can I take him that will be special?”

Kevin was quiet again for a moment. Then he said, “Okay, if you want something great, one of the things Dooley loves most is baseball. He hasn’t been to a major league game since college. The Cubs are in town right now. You could take him to a game.”

That was perfect. “Thank you, Kevin. Exactly what I wanted. I owe you a kiss.”

He chuckled. “I’m writing that I.O.U. down right now.”

As soon as they disconnected, Morgan headed for the administrative assistant, Nancy. “Nancy, any chance I can get a couple of tickets for the Cubs game tonight?”

Nancy nodded. “Sure. You want to sit in the box?”

“The box?”

“Mr. Britton has box seats to the Cubs.”

“Are box seats nice?” Morgan asked.

Nancy laughed. “They’re enclosed, air conditioned, you’ll have your own waiter. Yes, they’re nice. I think you’d have the box all to yourselves, too. Nobody’s in town to see Mr. Britton since you and Mr. Becker are here.”

“Even better. Who should I talk to about it?” Morgan asked.

“I’ll call and let them know you’ll be using it tonight. Do you want me to arrange a car for you too?”

“Thanks, Nancy.” Morgan couldn’t wait for the day to be over. She was taking Doug out and tonight his typical dress code would be perfect.

Box seats. A waiter. A limo. This didn’t feel like baseball.

Baseball was the cheap seats, hot dogs and being surrounded by other fans.

But as Morgan sat down next to him, the air filling with the spicy scent he would forever associate with her, he didn’t mind as much. She’d dressed down for him—denim shorts and a Cubs T-shirt with white tennis shoes and a white visor on her head. The shoes and hat were so white, in fact, he knew they were brand new.

And her hair was in a ponytail.

He wanted to do her right there in the fancy upholstered seats overlooking Wrigley Field.

“You’re a Cubs fan?” he asked, shifting in his chair to rearrange his fly. Even with the ponytail and tennis shoes she didn’t look like a regular girl. For one thing, she was acting like a little kid at her first circus. She was holding popcorn, her eyes were on everything and she was grinning widely, sitting on the edge of her seat.

“No. Why?”

“You have a T-shirt.” Of course, it looked to be a size too small. The soft cotton hugged her breasts, her jeans hugged her ass and with her hair pulled back he could see that sweet spot just behind her ear where he could lick and get the best moans.

“Oh, Nancy sent someone out to buy this stuff for me today. I wanted the whole thing to be perfect.” She turned to him. “You like this?”

She’d been so excited to give him the tickets he’d found himself grinning before she’d even told him the whole plan. Now, with those big eyes and the tennis shoes she was wearing, he knew she’d be crushed if he didn’t think this was perfect.

“I love this. How’d you know?”

“Kevin told me you like baseball and the team was in town.”

Dooley froze with his cup halfway to his mouth. “Kevin?”

“I called him today to get ideas for a good date destination.”

He lowered his glass. “You called Kevin? To ask him where to take me on a date?”

“Yes. I wanted to do something nice for you and figured he’d be the best one to help me.”

It would have been better if she’d asked it of a friend of his who could keep his mouth shut about it to the other guys.

Of course, he didn’t have a friend like that.

They would all find Morgan calling one of his friends for information about him very interesting. He knew because he would have found it interesting if it had happened to one of the others.

“Did you tell him about the box seats?” The Julia Roberts jokes would never end.

She frowned. “No, why?”

“That’s good. That’s really good.”

“Why don’t you want them to know about the box seats?”

“They’ll give me a hard time.” He leaned back and stretched his arm along the back of her seat, fingering the end of her ponytail. He did love her hair.

“Why would they give you a hard time? It’s a baseball game.”

He chuckled. “I’m the last guy they know who would be watching a baseball game from a box seat. They’re going to wonder what I’ve done to deserve this.” He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck.

He’d never made out during a sporting event. There were two main reasons for that. One, sporting events were meant to be watched. Two, if he was with a woman at a sporting event she would be the type to feel the same way. But suddenly the idea didn’t sound so bad.

But Morgan moved away from his mouth. “Will you tell them?”

“Tell them what?” He traced his finger along the back of the neck of the T-shirt. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her.

“What you’ve done to deserve this?”

No.

That was when it hit him. He was in way too deep.

No, he wasn’t going to tell them about sex with Morgan. And they were going to know exactly what that meant.

“Well, I’m not sure which thing was the final deciding vote,” he tried to joke.

She turned to face him. “I think it would surprise you.”

“So there
is
something.” That was bad too. He didn’t want this date to be about rewarding him or paying him back for something. He wanted it to be…just because. Because she wanted to make him happy, wanted to spend time together outside the hotel, away from the business that brought her to Chicago.

She gave him a little smile. “No. There’s not. I brought you to the game tonight because I wanted to do something nice for you. Because I like you.”

God. He hadn’t thought it was possible to want her more.

He tried to laugh. “I’m not sure they’ll believe that.”

Morgan just looked at him for a few seconds. Then she put her hand against his cheek, leaned in and kissed him. When she pulled back, he sighed.

“I don’t care what they believe,” she said. “As long as you believe it.”

“This whole damned trip with you has been hard to believe.”

She gave him a big smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to try harder to convince you.” She turned and leaned back in her seat and up against him.

He kept his arm around her, content to sit and watch a baseball game he couldn’t afford with a woman he couldn’t afford in a box seat he couldn’t afford drinking beer he couldn’t afford.

Because she liked him.

Who cared what those jokers back in Omaha thought? He was going to let himself believe it. Because he liked her too.

Morgan liked baseball. It was America’s game. There was no blood, for the most part. It was civilized, for the most part. There was no hand-to-hand combat and no body-to-body contact, for the most part. And of course, the baseball pants looked good.

But nine innings seemed a bit much.

Especially when the guy next to her wouldn’t stop touching her.

She felt like she had that first day in the hotel when just being in the room with him made her heart pound and her body need to move and her thoughts and words come too fast. But now she had the memory of the loving from the night before to add to her reactions.

Every time he shifted in his seat, she thought about his hips thrusting. When he moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, she thought about his fingers thrusting. As he lifted his glass to his mouth to drink she thought about his tongue thrusting.

She crossed her legs and squeezed. She shifted. She tried to get into the game.

Nothing worked. She was reacting, head to toe, to being near him. Her clothes felt restrictive and she felt the wanting building and she wondered if she could just straddle him on the chair right here and now.

The night at the fundraiser she’d made the first move too.

It was official—she was the sex-crazed one.

She felt his hand lift from her neck to the back of her ponytail, then his fingers fasten around the ponytail holder and pull. Her hair fell to her shoulders and just as she was going to ask him what he was doing, she felt his hand cup her skull, massage her scalp for a moment, then pull away, her hair sliding between his fingers. Then he did it again.

It felt relaxing and stimulating at the same time.

He had a strange fascination with her hair, and her hair products, but she loved how he played with it, rubbing it between his fingers, twirling it, studying it.

It felt very intimate.

Maybe he had a thing for all women’s hair, but she somehow doubted it. He seemed more the type to barely notice something like someone’s hair.

“Just so you know,” he said conversationally, still playing with her hair and watching the game. “This game was a nice idea and I do believe you like me.”

“Good.” That made her happy. She did like him. More than she should.

“I like you too,” he said. “So when I get you back to the hotel and go down on my knees in front of you, I hope you’ll spread your legs and make all those delicious sounds you make for me. Nice and loud.”

She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say to that. Besides
of course
or
how about now?

“And when I make you come, I want you to know it’s just because I like you. Just because I want to. Not because I’m keeping you away from another guy, or because you got me these tickets, or because you brought me to Chicago.”

His eyes were still on the game, his fingers were still in her hair, they could have been talking about the error the third baseman made.

She, on the other hand, couldn’t get a deep breath in.

“I, um… I’ll be right back.” She lurched out of her seat and headed for the hallway that ran behind the boxes.

She didn’t turn to see his reaction to her sudden exit and she moved fast enough that he didn’t say anything before the door shut behind her, cutting them off from one another.

Morgan slumped against the wall and put her hand to her head.

He was too much.

She’d never been with a guy who just told her what he was thinking like that. All the time. No matter what.

She had to figure out how to handle him or he was going to reduce her to a quivering pile of Jello and then their weekend would be over and it would all be a blur. Then, if he said no to her proposal to see each other again, she’d be out of luck. She had to pull herself together or she wouldn’t get to half the stuff she wanted to do with and to him, and she wouldn’t remember the details of what they
did
do.

“Maddie, it’s me,” she said, as soon as her sister answered. “How do regular girls have sex?”

There was no answer, or sound, from Maddie’s end of the phone for several long seconds. Then she said, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Morgan sighed. Maddie was the only person she could say this to. Well, besides Doug, which was weird. “You were way more sexually active than I was in high school and college. And now,” Morgan said.

“Hey.”

“I need to know what you do… How you do it… With what.”

“Morgan, have you been drinking?” Maddie demanded. “This is bizarre. Or is this a dare?”

“No. I need your help.” Morgan rubbed her forehead again. “I think I’ve been dating and having sex with too many men who have money,” she said.

“You’ve dated and had sex with like three guys in the past three years.”

“Four,” Morgan said.

“Okay, four. Anyway, who cares if they had or have money? It’s not like rich guys have sex differently, Morg.”

“How do you know? You’ve never been with a guy who has money.”

Maddie paused. Then said, “Yeah, good point.
Do
they have sex differently?” she asked. “They’re not hiring someone else to do it for them like they do the garden, right?” She laughed.

Morgan rolled her eyes. “I don’t remember how
regular
guys have sex. Even in college I was drawn to the guys whose
families
had money.”

“That makes you sound shallow and gold-digging,” Maddie told her.

“I know.”

It did and it wasn’t something she was proud of. It was more like an accidental truth. It wasn’t like she’d been sleeping with guys to get their money or because of their money. Those were just the men she found attractive. She liked how they dressed, how they handled themselves. There was a confidence that went with money. Not that they couldn’t be real pricks. Many of them had been, which had led to their eventual break ups.