Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (98 page)

“Holy
fuck! That big bald bastard needs to call me! I ain't kiddin', I'd
climb that tattoo Goliath like King Kong climbed the Eiffel fuckin'
Tower! And don't correct my ass... cause I'd still climb it!”
Morgan snorted her wine straight out of her nose, and shook her head.

“I
freaking love you!”

Chapter
Five

After
their drinks, Angel took Morgan back to the airport to get ready for
her own flight. She still had an hour to wait, but she'd rather be
early than push her luck like Tanner. It also gave her a bit to clear
her mind and transition from her fun mindset to work mindset. Then
again, her flight took her all the way into the next afternoon, so
she'd have plenty of time to think about anything that came to mind.

She
spent the time before boarding call to add a few pictures of Tanner
and Angel into her scrapbook in a section titled, 'RIO VACAY'. Seemed
appropriate, as it was the first time she'd felt like she was on a
real break in a very long time. The week was drama free, just how she
wanted it.

Tanner
was flying back to Sydney, Gio was probably being fed lasagna, bite
by bite, and she was minutes from heading to Romania to meet a man
she couldn't call by name. “Please introduce yourself.”
Morgan sighed and got into line. Once she was on the plane, she
covered herself with the supplied airplane blanket and was asleep
before take off. Her wine had caught up to her and made her sleepy at
the perfect time because she slept nearly the whole way to Europe.

*****

“Holy
shit!” Morgan's words were supposed to have been a whisper, but
they came out in more of a yell of shock and awe. She looked down to
see she'd dropped her carry on bag and its contents were all over the
floor of the airport lobby, but she couldn't even make her knees work
so she could bend and pick up everything. The man,
her
man,
was already waiting for her. He was the tallest man in the whole room
and by far, the widest. His picture had shown him to be a large man,
but in real life, there was no comparison. He'd already left her
speechless and the only way she could describe the feeling in her
stomach was the way she had felt before meeting her first client,
Finlay. She didn't know what to expect, he looked like he could just
knock out walls and walk through them. Surely he wasn't the cuddly
kind of man who...
oh shit! Please, look the other way!
He
looked right at her and Morgan finally made her knees work to provide
herself with a distraction.

She
had only picked up the compact and her phone when she saw his massive
boots right in front of her. Slowly, her eyes rose...up and up and
up....
fuck me, you're big!

“Here,
let me help,” Mr. Romania crouched down and started fingering
all of her belongings. He grabbed her lip gloss and eyeliner, then
held it out for her and once again, she couldn't move.

“Uh....th...thank
you.” She couldn't look away from his silvery-blue eyes nor
think of a coherent sentence. His voice, it reminded her of what a
selkie might sound like. The sound of his sexy, deep voice could lure
in any woman within a hundred miles. When he looked back down to the
mess, she finally looked away and grabbed a few more things to stuff
in her bag.

“This
is yours too?” The item that he held up definitely didn't
belong to...

“Oh
my god!” She didn't hesitate to take the ginormous, foot long,
cock shaped lollipop from his hands. She turned it around to read the
note that was taped on the side,
A sticky treat for my Sticky
Buns.
“Oh, Angel! You sneaky little...” She shoved
the cock sucker in her bag and broke into hysterical laughter.
“Well...this...is awkward!” She laughed harder, basically
talking to herself because he'd stood and walked a few feet away.
“Guess I'll talk to ya later.” On a good note, Angel's
surprise had broken her of her sudden nervous spell, she couldn't
stop giggling. Her laughter stopped though when she saw he was
returning with a few more items that must have spread out further
than she'd thought.

More
makeup from her spilled bag and...more laughter. In his hands were
half a dozen tampons. He held them out for her and she lifted her bag
up for him to drop the items inside. It was nice of him to help, that
showed he wasn't a barbarian as his size might portray, but the fact
he'd picked up her feminine hygiene products and brought them to her
was even more incredible. As far as he knew, she was just a stranger
in the airport, so it was a relief to see he was kind enough to help
someone.

“Don't
worry about it,” he told her when the last of the items were
stowed away. “That, uh, cock,” he pointed to her bag,
“I'm a little concerned. Not sure I can compete with that...”
His laughter was genuine, making Morgan smile before his words had
actually sunk in.

“You....know....”
She couldn't finish the question, but the way he'd whispered the part
about
competing,
it was clear he knew who she was.

“Morgan?”
She nodded, then was put her out of her misery. “I saw your
name on the pink book.” She realized he was talking about her
scrapbook and she felt the heat rise to her neck once again. The fact
he knew her name also made it clear they weren't going to introduce
themselves, but she wanted to try anyway.

“Yep,
I'm Morgan,” she held her hand out and he stood, then grabbed
her hand and pulled her up to her feet.

“Pleasure
meeting you,” he replied, bringing her hand to his lips.
Jesus, those are some big hands and nice...full...lips.
Morgan
settled again on the fact he wasn't going to reveal his name.
Guess
I'm going to have to be a Romanian spy to figure this out....

She
started walking toward the luggage belt, seeing that her pink bags
and zebra bag were just about the only ones left rotating around it
and he followed beside her. “The sucker though, it's a
joke...from a friend.”

“Hmm,”
he didn't sound convinced and Morgan giggled.

“Really,
I don't typically carry big penis pops around with me!” He
walked ahead of her and made it to her bags before she did and
already had two of them on the ground as she caught up. He'd lifted
them off the belt with one hand, when it usually took her both arms,
a leg and a face that made her look constipated, followed by similar
sounds.

“Show
off,” she told him when he grabbed the zebra one from her hands
as well and began lugging all of them toward the door.

“Yeah?”
He laughed at her words. It wasn't typical for a girl to joke with
him, which caught him off guard. For a change, Morgan actually read
another person's features, and she smiled as they walked through the
airport. It also gave her a confidence spike to actually see
something clearly, that she may not have in the past.

“Now
you know the reason that I picked you.... I hate carrying my own
luggage.” She giggled at her own silly joke, and he just
looked down at her and nodded. “I'm just kidding...,”
she tried to get his attention again so that she could smile at him,
but again, he just nodded. “Hmmm..... what a shame... I love a
man with a sense of humor, so this isn't going to go as well as I'd
hoped.” That got his attention. “Good thing I have a
backup plan.” Morgan dug in her bag and pulled out the
lollicock, then waved it in front of her. “Hello darling.”
Before she could finish, the large man started laughing so loud that
his sounds alone had made her laugh right along with him.

They
had made small talk, mostly about the cold weather and how far he
lived from the airport, and when they reached his car, the ice had
officially been broken.
No driver? That's good.
Morgan
had grown used to the men having some sort of assistant or butler,
and it never bothered her, but a man who could take care of himself
was always a little more attractive.

Bold
was working for her up to that point, so she kept with it as they
settled into this car. “So, why am I here?” It felt
good to be blunt, to have the confidence to look a man in the eye
and ask something that used to make her uncomfortable. He was caught
off guard, as she knew he would be, but was willing to try to
explain.

“I....
had... an injury. I haven't been... with..I just wanted to see if I
could...,”

Morgan's
mind raced as the man tried to explain something that was obviously
painful for him.
Why was I so blunt? I'm so stupid!
“No, that's alright! It's none of my business, really... I
don't normally ask that question, at least not until I've spent a
little..never mind. We can talk about anything you want. I'll
just... shut up.” She was grateful that the man didn't look at
her, because the heat she felt climbing up her neck was enough to
tell her that a healthy crimson glow had probably taken hold.

“Not
to worry, pretty lady, if I'm still broken..... you can use your..,”
he motioned with his thumb to the back of his car, “man sucker
back there.” When she saw his wide smile take over his face,
she couldn't help but laugh.

Turns
out he lived relatively close to the international airport in
Bucharest, a mere ten minute drive. Only, he didn't live like many of
her clients had, with a ton of land and privacy. Nope, they pulled up
to a large four story home, right on the corner of a busy downtown
street, but the home extended at least two full lots on either side,
making a V shape. .

“Damn,”
she whispered. “This is...your home? It's incredible!” It
looked...homey. It was nothing like any of the other homes she'd ever
seen. There was black ivy creeping up the whole front side, making it
look almost creepy, but still, very welcoming. The roof was burnt red
and the sides were light tan with paint peeling off in more than one
area. On the upper floor, there were four small balconies leading out
from the bedrooms, but the only view they would offer was the street
down below. Morgan smiled to herself as she thought about what it
would look like taking her coffee out there in the morning.
Well,
he's not high maintenance, that's for sure.
She looked over at
him as they pulled into the wrought iron gate surround his home, then
into the small driveway.

His
clothing also said he wasn't high maintenance, which made her happy.
He had on a pair of dark jeans and what she thought to be a black tee
shirt under his thick jacket.

“Yes,
this is my home,” he told her as they came to a stop. “It
was my parents' home, but I didn't want to leave it, at least not
just yet.” Morgan nodded, then unlatched her seat belt. “It's
where I grew up. I know the city and the neighbors.” She nodded
again.

“From
what I've seen so far, it's a beautiful city.” She meant it. It
was absolutely gorgeous. She hadn't seen much though, so she looked
forward to looking around more.

“Thank
you. No, wait,” he told Morgan as she reached for her door
handle. In a flash, he was out of the car and running to her side to
let her out.

“Why,
thank you, sir,” she said as she took hold of his large hand.
Unfortunately, she couldn't thank him by name.

“Uhm...I'll
tell you now,” he said as they made their way to the back of
the car to retrieve her luggage. “My...cleaning crew
comes...uh...Wednesday.” Morgan giggled at the thought.
Oh
my God, a man who..is a man!
Just about every single client she'd
met had been nearly obsessed with perfection, down to cleaning the
light bulbs. Not that she liked a
dirty
man, but one who was
more on the normal side of how men behave might be a bit refreshing.

“It's
okay, I'm sure. I won't judge you.” His smile grew and he
nodded.

“Alright,
no judging, I like it,” he said as he stuck what looked like a
skeleton key into the front door.
Wow, this place must be pretty
old.
“Ladies first,” he motioned with one of her
bags.

When
Morgan stepped foot into his home, the first thing she noticed was
how warm it was and the familiar scent of a roaring fire. “Oh,
this is nice! You have fireplaces don't you? I know you do.”
She hadn't even taken a good look at the room in front of her when
she turned around to question the Romanian.

“Several,
yes,” he replied, shutting the door behind them. When the front
door was shut, Morgan set her carry on and purse by the door, then
slipped her boots off her feet and set them down as well. For once,
her feet didn't hurt, but it always felt good to take the shoes off
after wearing them for over twenty-four hours.