Page 54 of Under Her

“Yeah. You’re right. You did a dickish thing with the Craigslist ad, but I wasn’t entirely innocent either in all of this. So, yeah, let’s call a cease-fire. We have to work together, and we were getting along okay before the whole Sierra incident.” Her mouth tightens around Sierra’s name.

“I am sorry about that.”

She doesn’t say anything, and I lean back in my chair.

I risk a glance at her, and she’s frowning. Her mouth still tight. Her eyes lit.

And then it dawns on me that maybe she’s not pissed because I slept with her assistant. She’s pissed because I didn’t sleep with her.

She’s jealous. And she wants me.

I know I said that to her when we were arguing—that she wanted to screw me—but I didn’t actually believe it. I was trying to piss her off.

Now, I’m starting to think I was right.

There’s a fine line between sex and hate. Okay, so it’s love and hate. But Morgan and I don’t love each other. We just want to fuck each other’s brains out.

And knowing that makes the whole staying away from her a hell of a lot more difficult.

It’s early evening, and I’m sitting in the back of a stretch limo with Morgan beside me. Niran, the owner of Ananda, and his wife, Noon, are sitting opposite us. We are on our way to watch a Thai boxing match—at the insistence of Niran.

I figured we’d probably just go out for dinner and drinks with them, but apparently, Thai boxing is the thing to do here.

Should be interesting.

Morgan and I went to Ananda today and spent the day looking around the factory and meeting with Niran and his staff.

I learned a few things today. Apparently, Morgan can speak Thai—hot as fuck. Even though Niran can speak fluent English, Morgan would at times speak to him in his native language. I got a semi from just listening to her speak.

I also learned that Ananda had some great fucking silk. Better than our Chinese supplier to be brutally honest.

I’m surprised no other company has swooped in and bought up all their stock. But I’m also really fucking glad they haven’t.

I was really impressed while walking around the factory. It was a larger setup than I had expected. And the materials were of incredible quality. Seeing it all, watching Morgan’s face light up at the prospect of her idea coming to life, was quite simply fucking awesome.

I slide a glance at Morgan.

She’s looking extra fuckable tonight.

She has on a sleeveless white dress. Low cut in the bust and shorter on the legs than I’ve ever seen her wear. I’m guessing it’s because of the heat here. Thank you, Thailand. So, she’s showing plenty of those golden pins. I’m finding it hard not to spend the whole car journey just staring at her legs.

I keep imagining them wrapped around my waist while I fuck her.

She’s wearing flat sandals on her feet, which is different, too, because Morgan is always in heels in the office. She looks so much smaller with the flats. She’s not particularly short for a woman. I’d say she’s about five-seven or five-eight. But I’m six-three, so she’s a hell of a lot smaller than I am.

I stare at her feet. She even has pretty feet. Her toenails are painted pink, and there’s a toe ring on her second toe.

I want to take those sandals off her feet. Kiss my way up her instep and up her leg, right up to the apex of her thigh, push her panties to the side, and lick a path up her pussy.

And, now, I’m hard. I shift in the seat, moving my leg to hide my stiffy, as I think about the silkworms and pupa that Niran showed us today, which they use to make the silk. He even had me touch them.

Fucking gross.

But thinking of that does the trick, and my cock is down again, which is good, as we’ve reached the Phichit Boxing Stadium. Well, I say stadium, but it looks more like a bar or a seedy strip joint from the outside. It’s just on the main street, nestled in between bars and restaurants. The entrance is open, and a guy is sitting on a stool.

The driver opens the door for us. Niran gestures for me to get out first, so I do. I climb out the car, and then I hold a hand out to help Morgan out. She takes it, and I curl my fingers around her hand, loving the feel of her soft skin, imagining how it would feel around my cock.

I hate to let her go, but I have to. I don’t want to weird her out by keeping hold of her hand. I have to take things slow with Morgan. Show her what an awesome guy I really am. We’re only just back on even footing, and I don’t want to fuck things up by rushing it.