Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (99 page)

Morgan's
eyes scanned the room and saw his 'big mess'. On the couch, there
were a few blankets and a pillow, on the floor in front of the sofa,
there was a pair of socks, and on the table, an empty glass.
Otherwise, the room looked perfectly kept. Just as she imagined, it
wasn't fancy on the inside either.

The
furniture reminded her a lot of Sean's place. None of it matched, but
it all worked. A red recliner, a dark brown couch, a tan love seat
and a cherry red coffee table, which actually did have matching end
tables on either side of the sofa.

“You
sleep out here?” Morgan was curious as to why his whole bed
seemed to be across the cushions.

“Only
when there is something good on television,” he told her. “Or
when there is a good storm, but we haven't had many of those lately.”
Don't worry, I'm here now, the black cloud should be arriving at
any moment,
Morgan thought, but smiled at the possibility of
going somewhere and having it not storm. Then again, it hadn't
stormed in Brazil, which was another thing that had made the week
perfect.

“What
were you watching last night?” she quizzed him as she slowly
made her way around the room and toward the kitchen.

“Documentary
on Big Foot...” Morgan laughed and looked at him, as to ask if
he were serious and he nodded. “Was quite good, actually.
Is....is that judgment from you? I think it is...”

“Noooooo.
Me?” They both laughed at Morgan's sarcasm. It was slightly
difficult understanding every word he spoke, as he had one of the
thickest accents she'd encountered. Next to Finlay, especially when
she'd caught him talking on the phone, she'd barely understood a
thing he'd said. No Name explained a bit to her about the Big Foot
show as he gave her a small tour of the bottom floor of the home,
making Morgan laugh at all of the silly details.

She
also noticed other little things, like a couple of dishes in the sink
and a desk that needed a good dusting, but just like the living room,
most of the home was quite clean. When they came upon the bathroom,
as usual, it was her favorite room of the home
and
it had a
fireplace.

“Mind
if I....?” She really did have to use the restroom, but she
also wanted an excuse to check her phone that had been vibrating non
stop in her pocket since she'd left the airport.
Could be Julianne
telling me to run! What if he's dangerous and really does eat...

“You
don't need to ask,” he told her, then left her to her business.
Morgan gave him a warm smile, thinking he didn't seem like the
dangerous type at all. In fact, everything about him was kind.
A
gentle giant.

When
she was behind the bathroom door, she pulled out her phone first.
There were a few missed calls and several texts. Finlay, Tanner,
Angel, Sean and Michael.

Chapter
Six

I'm
thinking of you. Call me when you can. Michael.
Morgan smiled
at the message and sent a quick reply that she missed him and would
call him soon. Then, she clicked the next message which belonged to
Finlay.
Exactly when is soon? Fin.
She had to giggle at
that one, considering she planned to see the man right after Romania,
and he had no idea. Once again, she replied that she'd call him
soon.
Tanner's message wasn't answered right away, as he just
told Morgan that he was on a layover and would call her in a few days
when he'd returned and got some rest. She wanted to tell him how
much fun she'd had that week, but figured that would be best through
a call, and not a text.

Back
to spoon feeding G Puff. How was your flight? What's his name? Bet
you don't even know yet. Call a bitch, miss you like mad. Your
Angel.
Morgan brought the phone to her chest and sent a silent
thank you for having such a wonderful best friend. She told him that
she missed him as well, and that it was true, she still didn't know
his name. She had to stifle her laughter at that one, because she
knew that Angel would find it hilarious. The last message was from
Sean.
Ma got the bastard that ye sent. She loves it. I'll be
sleeping in the closet soon. Sean.
That time, she couldn't hold
back her laughter. It was also funny to Morgan that she was still on
the toilet, being long done with her business, and checking her
messages with her jeans around her ankles added a little more humor
to the situation. One last reply to Sean, telling him that she would
be sure to send more sheep for his Ma, and she was finally ready to
rejoin the Romanian.

“I
didn't know my facilities were funny.” The large man was
walking past the bathroom door when she opened it, and Morgan nearly
ran directly into him. She stepped back and hit the wall behind her
in the process of avoiding the collision. “Are you alright?”
He grabbed her arms and held her as she regained her footing.
Morgan was caught off guard at the speed and strength of her hero,
and all she could do was nod through her giggles to let him know that
she was fine. He let go quickly, realizing that he may have been
holding her too tightly, and apologized if he had.

“No,
that's fine. Thank you.” She looked at his worried face, and
quickly moved to his side, then put her arm through his. “Care
to get a lady a drink?” She smiled up at him and was relieved
to see his large smile in return.
You have a great smile, No
Name. A really... really... great smile.
He was more than happy
to escort her to the kitchen, where he offered an assortment of
beverages. “Coffee it is!” Morgan took a seat at the
small island that separated the kitchen from the dining room, and
watched the man fill a kettle with water.

“I
just have the instant coffee.” She told him that it was fine,
but made a mental note to find a store that day or the next. There
was no way she'd go a week without
brew
coffee. It was also
clear to her that he was a tea man, and it reminded her of Sean.
Although, her large client didn't seem as comfortable in his own skin
as Sean is, and she began to wonder if the man was shy or just quiet.
I'll find out soon enough. Right after I figure out his name.

“Tell
me, what do you want to do this week?” He sat at the island
with her, and smiled as he waited for her answer. She really never
understood when a client asked her that, she didn't know the area and
had no clue what to do. Her silence was answer enough. “Oh,
don't worry.... we'll figure something out.” Morgan nodded and
smiled, still not knowing what to say. She did mentally hope that he
didn't leave the whole week up to her, or they would be watching
horror movies and eating pizza almost every night.

“So...
what do you normally do with your day?” It was the best she
could come up with, plus, she loved getting a little insight into the
man and his character. He smiled and shook his head, then got up to
get their coffee as the kettle began to whistle right then. “Come
on, tell me.” At that point, she was genuinely interested in
what made him seem so shy again. He finished with their drinks, and
returned to the island, then took a deep breath before telling the
girl the one thing that had been bothering him about the whole
situation.

“I'm
afraid I'm not what you may be used to.” When he put his head
down, Morgan's heart automatically pulled at his youthful shyness,
and wondered what could be the problem. She didn't say a word, and
just allowed him the time he needed to get it all out. Several
moments passed before he was ready. “I... have money. I
assume the men you.... uh... meet, do as well. But, I don't live a
fancy life. At all. We can do anything you want, it's just....,”

Morgan
finally understood what he was trying to tell her. With the
exception of a bank account, he felt his average life wouldn't be
good enough for her. He didn't have a yacht, a castle, a butler, nor
a need for five star dining. She was quick to ease his mind, and was
relieved with the information as well.

“I'm
so happy to hear that! I'm a simple girl, and to be honest, some of
the things that rich people do are... well... annoying!” He
laughed at how easy going she was, and he actually started to feel a
little more excitement about the upcoming week with her.

Over
several cups of coffee, the man relaxed enough to tell her even more
about himself, and Morgan listened intently as he slowly peeled away
the layers to expose the man who had asked for female companionship.

A
hernia he'd earned while working out too much, had been repaired a
year prior. A few months later, against doctor's orders, he got
right back into the gym and injured himself again. That time, it was
much worse, and the surgery to repair it again had gone terribly
wrong. He didn't get into the details, which Morgan was grateful
for, but it was clear that he'd had a very long road of medical
issues that had left him unable to perform, as he'd so delicately
phrased it.

“So....
now you're ready to see if.... things are... working properly?”
The man nearly spit his coffee out at her question, as he already
knew he was
working properly
. At least, working as well as it
could without a woman, but still working.

“Yes,
something like that.” He let her off the hook, again, and they
both laughed as she helped him wash the few cups that they had used.
“Where did you fly from? Was it a long flight?”

“Brazil,
I was visiting with friends,” she replied, taking her seat back
at the table. “It was a very long flight, but I slept most of
it,” Morgan admitted.

“So,
you're not tired?” He raised an eyebrow at her, suggesting
something they could do if she wasn't sleepy, but he couldn't keep a
straight face and they both started laughing. “Hmm. Do you want
to get unpacked?” She nodded and told him that sounded like a
good idea. It also gave her the opportunity to finally check out the
second floor.

He
didn't take her to the second floor though, not even the third. On
the fourth floor, it opened up to a huge bedroom, a room that was
just as large as the whole bottom floor, but completely open, with
the exception of wooden pillars for support.

“Holy
shit! This is the coolest fuckin' bed...sorry...coolest bedroom
ever!” She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, but he only
laughed.

“It
is pretty fucking cool, isn't it?” He gave her a smile that,
yet again, made her feel better about opening her big mouth. She
nodded at his words, then looked around the large room. There was a
whole living room set on the far side, lit up by the many large
windows lining every wall. It was fully equipped with a full size
refrigerator, television, surround sound and even a lava lamp. On the
other side of the room, closer to her, was the bedroom side of the
room. There was a monster sized bed, which of course a mammoth man
like No Name would need, bedroom furniture, another television and a
fireplace. In the middle, there was a pool table and a Foosball game,
as well as a small bar on the back wall with four stools and a few
king sized bean bag chairs lying about.

“Very
fucking cool!” she told him again. Especially the fireplace
with a nice fluffy rug in front of it that was calling her name. “So,
if you have two TV's up here and you have this incredible room, why
do you go downstairs to watch TV?” It seemed like a normal
question to have. He had this amazing bed and every accommodation,
minus pillow chocolates, that one could ask for. Choosing to sleep on
a sofa three floors down didn't make sense.

“Honestly?”
He looked down at her, which was the only way he
could
look at
her as he was more than a foot taller, and she nodded. “It's
lonely up here. This house is....big...I don't even need this much
house. When I'm downstairs, I guess it doesn't feel as...empty.”

Morgan's
heart broke for the man as she was hit with knowledge she already
had. Money had no control over things like that...it didn't matter
how much you were worth, you can still live in an empty home and go
to bed alone. “Well, you don't have to feel alone this week,”
she reached out to him and wrapped her arm around his massive bicep,
then walked toward the fireplace. “Will you start it for me?”

He
was heaving large logs into the fireplace before she even had an
answer. In just a few minutes, there was a small fire growing inside.
“Oh, that's so nice.” She sat herself on the fluffy rug,
then tapped the space beside her and he sat down. It wasn't like her
to want to cuddle up to a new client, but there was just something
about him that reached out to her. She didn't even know his name, but
there was a spark about him that intrigued her.