“I’m just a bitch about it with you, Anna.” I looked at my sister in the rearview mirror and she flipped me off.
A few minutes later I pulled up in front of a building that clearly used to be council run. Complete with dirty brick and scrawny bushes by the door. Chester was a rather affluent city but it still had its ugly parts. And Morgan lived in the ugly part.
I saw Anna peer out the window, her face registering a kind of horror. We had grown up in a place similar to this. We weren’t snobs but we had come to enjoy a certain type of lifestyle.
Morgan seemed a little embarrassed when she noted how Anna was staring at the building. “I had no idea renting an apartment in England would be so expensive. Compared to America that is,” she remarked uneasily.
“It’s fine—” I started to say but Morgan started laughing. I glanced at her in surprise.
“It’s a shit hole. It’s cool. You can say that. I’m pretty sure I should be charging rent to the rat that lives in the kitchen cabinet,” she joked.
I snorted. “You should have seen the place Anna and I lived in when we were kids. It makes this look like Buckingham Palace.”
“And here I thought a big star like you had always lived the high life.” Morgan was grinning now. It changed the look of her face. She was pretty. Better than pretty. She was hot as fuck. She was the whole package. Nice face. Good sized tits, ass that was high and firm, and legs that went on for days.
I had wondered the morning after our encounter whether she was better looking in my memory because of how pissed I had been. It wouldn’t have been the first time I had hooked up with a woman only to realize in the sober light of day how wrong my judgment had been.
That wasn’t the case with Morgan. I was attracted to her. And I wanted to taste her again when I didn’t feel the need to throw up.
Anna chuckled in the backseat. “Sure, the highlife.”
“Well thank you for driving me home. Though I could have called a cab.” Morgan opened up the door but hesitated. “Thank you, Lucas. Nice to meet you, Anna.”
“I’m going to walk her to her door. I’ll be right back,” I told my sister, who looked shocked.
“You’re doing what?” she asked, confused. I glared at her and gave her look that clearly meant to shut the hell up. Before getting out of the car I took out Morgan’s phone and called mine.
“What are you doing?” Anna asked, leaning over the seat. I quickly shoved my phone back in my pocket.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Did you just call yourself from her phone? What are you, fourteen?” Anna laughed.
“Seriously, just shut up, Anna,” I snapped. Morgan hadn’t waited for me and was already walking up the path to the front door.
Anna shook her head, seeming amused. “You’d better hurry up. I don’t think she’s going to stick around and wait for the super famous Lucas Bradley to say goodbye.”
“Damn it,” I growled under my breath.
“She’s my kind of woman,” Anna called out as I closed the door.
I all but ran to the front door. “Hold on, Morgan, I’ll walk you up,” I called out.
Morgan’s shoulders stiffened. “That’s not necessary, Lucas.”
I watched as she unlocked the front door. I held it open for her but she didn’t move past me. “I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to,” I teased. She went rigid.
“I’m not sure what you’re doing, but this isn’t funny,” Morgan snapped, her eyes flashing. She had gone from affable to angry in point two seconds.
I was taken aback by her venom. What the hell was her problem? I seemed to be asking myself that question a lot.
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m just—”
“You’re just feeding me the same old tired lines that you’ve probably dished out to a dozen other women. It’s sad.” She gave me a look of disgust.
My temper started to flare. I didn’t take criticism well. Not from my coach. Not from my teammates. Not from some woman I didn’t know at all.
“You don’t know shit about me, love. So don’t go making assumptions,” I said softly, in a tone most would recognize as their cue to back off.
