“Maybe. Don’t wait up.”
Then I leave to end this mock interrogation. He’s becoming a man, but I won’t let him challenge me constantly. A little is fine, but not that damn much.
I’m an hour late after my car broke down. I was able to fix it, but barely.
I doubt Morgan will be awake now. It’s midnight.
Standing outside her hotel room, I debate on knocking. I press my knuckle to the door.
Fuck it.
I knock several times.
A freight train of footsteps runs toward the door. She must’ve been in bed.
The heavy door opens soft but swift. She practically drags me inside then carefully shuts the door.
The room is dim. She wears a red top and shorts, and her dark hair is piled on her head. Her big hazel eyes look up, their gleam reflecting too many emotions at once.
“You came,” she whispers, astonished. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“I had car trouble. I was—”
Her arms fly around my waist, and she nuzzles her face against my chest.
It’s a relief. A simple, innocent gesture that speaks volumes.
I stroke her back soothingly as we stand in silence.
After she doesn’t let go, I ask, “What’d your dad do to you, Morgan?”
“Everything!” she huffs and steps back, hands waving in the air. “I have stupid bodyguards. One is across the hall. My life is under surveillance. This is the only way I could see or talk to you.”
“You’re an adult. Tell him to fuck off.”
She gawks like I said something blasphemous.
“It’s not that easy,” she replies sourly. “You wouldn’t understand.”
She’s a ball of nerves.
I search the small fridge and grab some shooters. “I think you need a drink.” I toss her a vodka bottle while I down a whiskey.
“Jack! They’ll charge the room! It’ll show alcohol on the bill.”
“Oh, no!” I tease.
I’m not trying to get her drunk and fuck her, but she needs to chill out about ten notches.
I take the little bottle from her hands and twist off the red cap.
“Drink.”
She purses her plump lips tightly and uses her throat to grunt, “No.”
It’s cute and I smirk, but firmly clutch her jaw and tilt up. My lips press to hers as I deliver a sensual kiss.
She melts as expected, and when I pull away, I pour a sip into her mouth.
