She nodded and then raised her eyebrow. She smirked. Sexy as hell. “For now,” she intoned with a hint of warning.
“Duly noted,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. The corner of her mouth. The hollow of her throat.
She pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed. Her breathing labored. I knew she wanted what I wanted. But for now, we’d have to wait. “You’re right, let’s go out and walk around for a bit. Some fresh air might do you good. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
I leaned in and kissed her one more time. “Sounds good. I am shattered. But I don’t want to sleep. Not yet. If I get up and moving, I should be fine.”
I took her hand. It fit into mine perfectly.
Our fingers laced together and there was something just right about it.
I lifted our joined hands to my mouth and held them there. She smiled. I liked the way it lit up her whole face. The way her eyes danced when something made her happy. Morgan Carter was proving to be a damn good distraction for reasons that had less to do with getting her naked.
I gave her hand a tug and opened the door. “Let’s go.”
Morgan
Iwasn’t entirely sure what to expect when I agreed to come to London with Lucas.
I barely knew him except for how he made me feel when he kissed me.
He was famous. And rich. And important. I was definitelynotfamous. Or rich. I liked to think I was important, to my mom at least.
I couldn’t quite understand why a man like Lucas Bradley wanted to spend time with me when he could have one of the Little Mixes, or whatever.
Regardless I found myself on the train to London, feeling mildly ill. I was a nervous traveler. I typically spent the entire journey imagining all the ways I could get lost or end up in some strange place.
The train was full. There were a lot of people who seemed to be going to the game too. Faces painted Chester colors. Lots of Chester T-shirts. They were all excited to see their team play.
I wondered how the ride to London was for Lucas. I’m sure it was a lot more comfortable for him than for me. I was currently sitting beside a woman eating a tuna fish sandwich. I hated tuna. It made me want to gag. Plus she ate with her mouth open.
Lucas had offered again to pay for first class train tickets. I had refused. Now I wished I hadn’t let my pride dictate my travel arrangements.
“Excuse me,” I said, getting to my feet. I needed to walk around. The smell of tuna was exacerbating my nausea. The woman looked clearly put out as I pushed past her. I walked down the aisle into the next car. I noted that there were refreshments available further down the train so I headed in that direction.
When I got there, it was packed and I stood in line. I was behind a group of women dressed to the nines in tight dresses and perfectly styled hair. They looked as if they were going to a nightclub.
“Did you find out if we could get back into the dressing room after the game?” one of them asked.
A woman with long, blond hair and legs for days pursed her lips. “No, Darren couldn’t do it.”
Her friends all started complaining.
“But that was the plan!” One with obvious hair extensions complained.
“I hate football, meeting Lucas Bradley is the only reason I let you guys talk me into going,” a brunette whined.
They were traveling all that way to meet Lucas? I edged closer so I could hear their conversation clearer.
Blondie seemed annoyed. “Daddy got us these tickets and they weren’t cheap. Don’t be so rude. He assured me they were close to the bench. Look at us, ladies, who wouldn’t notice us?”
“We could have stayed and gone to Rosie’s if we wanted to meet them,” hair extensions pouted.
I looked at the group of women again. They certainly weren’t dressed for a football match. I glanced down at my khaki capris and green T-shirt and once again felt woefully unprepared when it came to my outfit.
“As if Lucas Bradley would even look at us. I read this morning he’s been seeing Sandra from Hollyoaks,” the brunette went on.
I had no idea who Sandra from Hollyoaks was, but I felt my blood boil slightly at the mention of her associated with Lucas.
