Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (42 page)

Morgan had just finished with
her final touch of lip gloss when she heard the knock on her door.
“I'm coming!” She ran and opened it, letting her client
walk through who was carrying several bags in his long arms.

He placed everything on the
counter and shivered as he quickly rubbed his hands together. “It's
bloody cold!” Morgan had to smile at the
bloody
part, he sounded almost like Fin. Awstin finally got movement in his
fingers and unloaded the three brown bags, all of which contained
large coffee's stacked on top of each other. “I didn't know if
ye wanted flavored or plain. Then I wondered, if ye like flavored,
which flavor do you like? So, I got a few different kinds for ye to
choose from.” Morgan went right for the cups and began
smelling each one, finding her vanilla right away.

“Thank you! That was so
nice... not at all necessary, but very nice.” She smiled at
the handsome man as she took her first sip and let out a loud sigh of
pleasure as her head fell back in coffee bliss. “Oh..this is
SO good!” Awstin was glad to hear that his efforts had paid
off, and he was also glad to hear that she had no problem expressing
herself.

“I'll get ye more coffee
if I can hear ye make that sound again.” Morgan's head came
back forward and her face began to heat once again. He was a flirt,
and that was something that Morgan liked in a man, as long as it
wasn't overdone.

“Something
tells me that you'll be doing just that.” Her forward reply
surprised him, but more shocking was how much it surprised her to say
it.
Slow down girl, no
need to jump right in with the resolution.
She put her focus back on the coffee and tried to act casual.

“I think I'm going to
like you, Morgan.” Awstin blew into his hands one last time
before opening his own coffee, and Morgan nearly kicked herself for
not taking care of the man sooner.

She put her cup down and walked
over to the fireplace, and started the cozy flames in seconds.
“There, that should warm you up.”

“I can think of something
else that would warm me up,” he spoke softly, not taking his
eyes off of the beautiful girl. She cocked an eyebrow at him, hoping
he'd tell her his intentions. “A blanket,” he laughed and
pulled her large comforter from the bed and wrapped one side around
his shoulder and held the other side of the blanket out to his side.
“Come here.”

Morgan laughed at herself,
thinking about s
omething else
that would have warmed both of
them.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
She grabbed her coffee
with both hands and walked over to the side of the bed, then sat
under his outstretched arm. He carefully wrapped the blanket around
her shoulder, then brought his hand back to his coffee.
Like a
gentleman.
He was going to be a tough one to figure out.
Flirty
and sexy, yet patient and kind.

Awstin took a sip of his
coffee and Morgan giggled at his loud slurping sound.
A slight
immaturity as well.
For the moment, she decided he was a
one-and-a-half in the class department. Finlay would never slurp, but
Tanner would never wear a leather jacket. While he drank his coffee,
Morgan took her opportunity to give him the casual stare down. He
didn't have quite as full lips as Finlay, but they were definitely
kissable. If he kept smiling at her the way he did, that cocky
sideways smile that always drove her wild, she'd have to find out
soon just how kissable they were.

“You're staring,”
he told her, while keeping his eyes forward. He turned his head
slowly to look at her and Morgan quickly looked down at her hands,
then back up to meet his piercing blue eyes.

“Just trying to figure
you out,” she admitted.

“Yeah? How about we get
out of here and when we get to my place, you can
figure me out
all
ye want.” Her mind took her back to naughty thoughts, but that
time, she knew he had no other meaning behind his words. He caught
her blushing and he eased her mind by telling her that his flight
departed in an hour.

Morgan nodded and pulled the
blanket off her shoulder, then stood. “Are ye in a hurry then?”
Awstin asked, then laughed and stood as well. “I can get a
later flight if ye want to...” He pointed down toward the bed
and cocked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow.

“I think I can control
myself until we get to Wales...you on the other hand...” Morgan
pointed to the slight bulge in his jeans, “are you going to be
alright?” Awstin cleared his throat, then pulled at the center
of his jeans to adjust the appearance of his arousal. Morgan giggled
and went over to her purse, leaving him as the embarrassed one in the
middle of the room. She dug in her bag and grabbed her lip gloss,
then quickly realized she was wrong with her quick judgment about him
being embarrassed. The man came up behind her and placed his large
hands at her hips, then softly pressed his erection against her ass,
just teasing her briefly before laughing himself and leaving her as
the flustered one.

“I knew I'd hear you make
that noise again!” He continued laughing as he went over to her
fireplace and turned the knob to the off position.

Oh, he has jokes! Alright,
now we're getting somewhere.
Morgan turned around slowly and
gave the man a half-smile, one that clearly said
game on.
“It
won't take me long to get ready, but I need to change my sweater
first. This one is...,” she slowly pulled her sweater over
her head then flipped her hair to the side, “ a little thin. I
think I'll need something a bit more warm.” Morgan walked
slowly to her bag and bent over in front of him, laughing at his eyes
that went right to her chest and moved right along with her. “This
one is better.” Her red sweater, cut deep in the front, was
just as thin as the one that she had just shoved into her bag.
Slowly she pulled it over her head and wiggled as she pulled the
tight material over her chest and down her middle.

“Uh..we can...if you
want..” Awstin's stuttering in an attempt to get her to change
her mind about leaving right away brought a full smile to her face as
she zipped up her bag.

“Nope, all done. Ready
to go when you are.” Morgan's upbeat tone came out loud and
clear, the man had just been played. He laughed loudly as he walked
in her direction.

“Well done! But there
will be payback, my dear.” Awstin meant it, and she knew it.
More importantly, she was looking forward to it.

*****

The short flight to Wales had
been one of the best flights that Morgan had ever taken. Awstin kept
her laughing the entire time and he told her more about himself than
she had learned from a man so quickly.

He used to work for a
construction crew when he was a teenager, and slowly worked his way
up until there was nothing left to learn about the business. With
his skills, he started a very small home improvement business, and
over the next decade, had grown so large that he and his crew of over
a hundred employees were building homes from start to finish. Most
of his work took him all over the world, which usually depended upon
the architect that he worked with. Morgan could plainly see that he
loved his life, loved his work, and seemed to love laughter as much
as Sean and Tanner combined.

The one thing that she learned
about him, that he had a child from a broken marriage, had been the
most endearing quality thus far. The way he spoke of his son, Caleb,
told her that the man literally lived for his little boy. She was
also surprised that Caleb lived with him, not that she meant to
judge, and reserved her questions about his mother. It wasn't her
business, and she knew it, but perhaps she would learn more along the
way.

Chapter Seven

“
Home, sweet, home, love.”
Awstin squeezed her thigh firmly, catching her off guard and issuing
a loud series of giggles from the girl. “Ah, you're ticklish!”
He grabbed her thigh again and squeezed a few times, up and down her
leg until she begged for mercy and pulled at his wrist for him to let
up.

“Am not!” She was
still laughing when she scooted to the other side of the cab and
flung the door open in an attempt to outrun the man. It worked, she
was out of her door before he had his open and he narrowed his eyes
playfully at her across the roof of the black and white cab. She
stuck her tongue out at him and patted the top of the cab so the
driver would pop the trunk. Morgan gathered her bags while he paid
the man in the front and had the trunk closed before he made it to
the rear of the car.

“See, ye are in a hurry!”
Awstin grabbed all the bags but her carry on and purse and she stuck
her tongue out at him again. “Keep that up...you'll see what I
do with it,” he threatened her as he made a fake attempt to
grab her tongue between his fingers.

“Actually, I'm more
interested to see what you're going to do with yours,” she told
him and purposely bumped her arms against his as they walked toward
the house.

“Baby, you've never had
a....Morgan!”

The girl had cut him off in the
middle of his, “I'm the God of all that is sex”,
proclamation and pulled him down into the thick layer of snow beside
her. “What was that?” She finished her messy attempt at a
snow Angel, then sat up on her elbow to look at him. It surprisingly
wasn't as cold as it had been in London, but it probably only felt
that way because the wind wasn't as fierce.

His response was one that
involved no words. In a swift movement, he reached under her arm so
he could get a hand on her back, then another hand around her hip
brought her on top of him. He gently placed his hand at the back of
her head and she slowly lowered her lips toward him, but she wasn't
going to give him what he wanted, not just yet. She got a breadths
distance from his lips, then smiled and rolled off him back into the
snow. She stood up quickly and backed away a few steps so he couldn't
grab her again, then looked down at the bewildered man. The shocked
look on his face brought her laughter than made her double over,
gasping for air.

“Yeah? That's how it is
going to be, is it?” He too stood, then brushed the snow from
his jeans. Morgan was still bent over, holding her side and Awstin
took the opportunity for a little payback. He balled up some of the
soft snow into a firm snowball, then nailed her, right on the top of
her head.

“Oh! I'll have you know,
I'm the snowball champion!” Morgan grabbed a handful of her
own, then nailed him right square on the chest, then dodged another
one of his missiles. She made another one, but missed him by a mile.

He bent over in laughter that
time, “champion, aye?” When he stood back up, Morgan hit
him again, right in his face. She brought her hands up to her mouth ,
covering her laughter.

“I....I'm sor...sorry!”

“Mhmm. Oh my God, look!”
He pointed behind her and of course, the gullible girl looked and he
hit her ass hard with one of the solid balls.

“Ouch! Okay, okay, I
surrender!” she giggled.

“I thought ye'd see it my
way,” he winked at her, then went over to grab her bags. While
he was bent over, Morgan pushed him back into the snow, then ran like
hell.

“What about your way!?”
she yelled and ran all the way to the house. When she was out of
firing zone, she finally stopped to get a good look at the place. His
home was a class one, which surprised her. Its size was somewhere in
the middle of Sean's small home and Tanner's. A small front porch
donned the front of the house, with two icy steps leading up to it's
light tan wooded deck.

It was a nice home, but simple.
She liked that it didn't shout 'I'm rich' and she finally decided
definitively, he was a class one...but with style.

“Ye going to stare at my
home all day too?” The deep Welsh voice crept up behind her and
made her jump. “Easy, girl!” He nudged her gently with
his shoulder and she walked up the two steps slowly, then waited for
him by the front door. “It's open,” he told her.

Morgan nodded, then grabbed the
cold black handle of the storm door and opened it carefully, fighting
the sudden force of the wind. When she reached for the brass knob of
the main door, it flung forward before she touched it.

“Da!” A small boy,
looking like an exact replica of his father, walked to the threshold
of the door with both arms outstretched toward Awstin.

“Well, hi there!”
Morgan tried to shake his little hand, but the boy only had eyes for
his dad. Awstin picked him up and squeezed him tightly before
setting him back down.

“Uh, where's Sarah?”
Right as the question left his lips, a small brunette woman, that
reminded Morgan of one of her own aunts, came into the main room and
called for Caleb.

“I'm so sorry, Mister
Price, but Sarah hasn't arrived yet. I just rang her home and she
should be here soon.” Sierra told Caleb to come with her, and
the little boy happily took her hand and left the room.

“Sorry about that.
I..well.. I don't usually have women here at the house with him.
It's his week with his mother, and... I guess she..” He didn't
finish his thought, he was obviously pretty stressed out about his
son seeing him with a woman, one that the little boy had never met.
The last thing that Awstin wanted to do was make his son
uncomfortable. Morgan understood the frustration, and she smiled
widely as she put her carry on down.