"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend? She might get jealous," Morgana points out with venom in her voice.
Leaning back against the wall I run my fingers through my hair. She makes me do this constantly; I'm going to be bald in a year if she keeps frustrating the hell out of me.
"Look Ms. Drake, my personal life isn’t any of your concern.”
That sets her off big time. Her eyes go wide and she stands from the toilet putting her hands on her hips.
"Really? Really? Really? Uh...really? Because last I checked you shoved your hand in my crotch not once but twice in the last month, so I'm thinking you having a girlfriend is my concern."
I bang my head against the wall because what else can I do? She's right but I can't tell her the truth of why I am so close to Tiffany, why she is more than a friend. I have only known Morgana a month and she still is just my assistant.
"Morgana it's just a bit more complicated than that. She isn't my girlfriend in that way. She's much more to me."
That sounded better in my head.
Morgana tilts her head and actually sneers at me.
"Oh that makes it so much better! You are a real piece of work you know that? It must be nice living all rich; having one girl at home and another at work. There’s no one to say no to you and all of your desires. Now you even have one running your errands. Your life must be awesome. Awesome!"
Oh yeah, I forgot I asked her to pick up my dry cleaning. To be fair I never would have asked her to do that, but with the David situation I didn't really have time to get it myself. It was a quick decision to ask her, and after I did it I felt a little weird.
Morgana is attempting to push past me to leave. I have to try and explain this. I grab her hips and push her against the sink. God she smells wonderful, like flowers and chocolate. Her body is so soft. Jesus, I am hard already. Captain Cock you need to take a vacation for a while.
I bring my head to her neck and trace it with little bites. I can't get close enough to her and press further. She moans sending shivers down my spine. My nose rises to her hair to inhale.
"Morgana it's just not what you think it is. I have never even kissed Tiffany."
I need to grab her ass. Her butt was made for many things, most of which involve my hand. I reach back but she pushes me off her. Scooting away she opens the door and turns back to look at me.
"This is not okay," she states waving her hand at us before walking away.
Fuck!
This is all Captain Cock’s fault. When he takes over my brain always decides to take a nap. Well no more!
I sit on the toilet seat and point to my crotch.
"Captain Cock this has been your last warning. I am very mad at you for screwing up my life and Morgana's life with your ludicrous schemes."
Sighing I look up to see a woman staring at me in the doorway with her three year old daughter at her side.
"This is the ladies room," she states what I already know.
Getting up I adjust my top and shimmy past her. She shields her child from me and I make my way back to the table. Once I am there I notice everyone is gone except for Tiffany. Looking down at our table I see several plates of half eaten food. Was I gone that long that she was able to order food?
"Where did that food come from?" I point as I slide across from her into my seat.
She is chewing on a cheese stick.
"This is from Evaleen, Aria, and Morgana's table. They didn't stick around to eat it so I figured, hey free food."
I frown at her.
"Ugh. They could have sneezed on all this. I have enough money to buy us lunch; we don't need to eat cold leftover food from someone else's table."
Tiffany is a great person and wonderful mother, but she comes from nothing. Her mom raised her and struggled to put food on the table. Tiffany was nineteen when her mom died of a heart attack. Despite Tiffany having a successful online graphic design business and the money I help her with to take care of David, she still feels like she can't waste food.
"You like her don't you?" Tiffany grabs a curly fry.
"Yes, but she’s my assistant as you know."
She nods.
"Love is a funny thing Henrik. There is never a right time or place, it just appears when you need it most."
I shake my head.
"I never said I was in love with Morgana."
She just laughs and shakes her head. I flag down the waitress and order food that I hope hasn't been pre-eaten.
Chapter 9
Payne's Rule Three: It's best not to date women, no complications