I didn’t have time to light into Drew the way I had planned once we were in the car. Drew got a call and talked business the entire ride. I stared out the window while he conducted business. I did turn to him with a glare when he placed his hand on my upper thigh. I picked it up and moved it to his own leg. He smiled, shaking his head.
His conversation continued into the house and to his office. I followed him. We were having words. I was sure of it. He sat at his desk, and I sat in one of the wingback chairs across from him. Finally after another ten minutes of me patiently waiting, he ended his call.
“I’m all yours,” he said, wearing the stupid little smirk that I wanted to slap right off of his face.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked.
“What?” he asked with a confused expression.
“That you are all mine,” I stated the fact.
“Come here,” he demanded.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I am not coming to you. I can’t believe that you hired someone like that to be your assistant. Did you not think that I might be a little pissed off about you traveling and working with someone that looks like that?”
“Excuse me. Would you like lunch, sir?”
“Hi, Marta,” I smiled turning to the open door.
“Hi, Morgan. How are you?”
“I’m good, we had lunch, but I would love a cup of coffee,” I requested.
“Me too,” Drew said.
“Morgan, you should see this woman’s track record. She knows her shit. I don’t care what she looks like. You should see her negotiate, the woman’s better at it than I am.”
“Why didn’t you ask my opinion about it first?” I asked. I’m not sure that I had the right to ask. We weren’t even really talking but damnit all the way to hell and back.
“I think I did, Mrs. Kelly. I asked you if you wanted to be part of the interviewing process. You did not. Remember?”
Shit…
I stopped before saying anything else when Marta carried our coffee in on a tray.
“I’ll come and see you in a little bit,” I told her. I missed Marta. I really like her. She smiled and left us to get back to our argument.
“Come here,” he requested again.
I stood and leaned against the corner of his desk with my arms crossed.
“If you tell me that you are going to stay right here with me, you never have to worry about another woman,”
he promised, looking up to me.
“I don’t want you with other women if I don’t stay,” I assured him.
“And you think I want you to be with Dawson?”
Okay, he had a point.
“I have no reason to ever cheat on you, Morgan. I love you that much, and you are the hottest little thing that I have ever had between the sheets.”
“You’re just saying that because of our fucked up sex life. Any other woman would run away, screaming.”
He picked up my leg and moved my foot between his legs. He ran his hand up my calf and straight to my already throbbing *. “I love our fucked up sex life,”
he said as his finger dipped inside of me.
Fucking hell.
I dropped my foot just as quick as he removed his hand from under my dress when Celeste cleared her throat from the door.
“Sorry to interrupt, Marta let me in,” she said with her face as red as mine. She knew what she saw as well as I knew what I felt. That was twice in one day that we had been caught.
“I’m going to talk to Marta. I’ll see you later,” I told Drew, leaving him to his business. “Leave the door open,” I whispered, kissing him just in front of his ear. I didn’t look at Celeste as I walked out. I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed.
I visited with Marta in the kitchen for a while, and then went to my old room for a needed shower. I thought about talking to Drew about being pregnant, but decided to wait until after the funeral the next day. I wasn’t even sure that I really was pregnant. The test said that I wasn’t, and I guessed that the morning sickness could have been just a bug or something.
Drew and I ate the evening meal that Marta prepared for us before leaving for the day. We sat at the table and talked. He asked me more about my stay in North Carolina and I talked about Caroline a lot. I did love her like a sister and missed the little shit already.
“Morgan, there is a good possibility that Justin will be at the funeral tomorrow,” Drew informed me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean I would be ecstatic if I did get to see him. I wondered if he would even recognize me. He was barely five the last time I saw him. I tried to remember when I was five. I remembered bits and pieces, like kindergarten, and my pet chicken that my dad had killed for supper. I wasn’t sure if I would remember someone from when I was five. I barely recognized my cousin Bobby.
Drew and I went to bed pretty early. Of course we didn’t go right to sleep, and had the most amazing fucked up sex ever. It consisted of the whole nine yards.
Spankings, oral, anal, and I had even let him talk me into using one toy that I absolutely hated, the one that sent an electrical current to my clit, causing an immediate orgasm right before it stopped. It wasn’t as bad as I had remembered. At least I knew that I would come, eventually.
Chapter 24