Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (104 page)

Tell.
Me. Everything. Bitch.

Morgan
giggled to herself. “Guess Fane isn't the only bossy one.”
She gave him a brief run down without going into too much detail. The
ripping of her undergarments, which she included the fact that those
had been her favorite pair of panties, then the fact he'd tied her up
with her own bra. It was one of the most erotic moments of her life,
right up there with the fountain with Fin and the back alley action
with Sean...she left that part out though. Within a minute, Angel had
a reply.

Hold
the fuck up! Big boy's got the muthafuckin' moves? Baby girl, I need
to get me some pink panties and maybe I can lure in a bulging bald
Belgian!

Again,
Morgan laughed out loud.
Romanian, Angel.

Whatever.

Not
whatever. He's a BULGING ROMANIAN!

Bitch,
I'll call him a goddamn Clydesdale if I want to and ride him up the
mothafuckin' stoney ass mountains.

Rocky
Mountains, not stoney mountains. And he's not a freakin' Clydesdale!

Whatever.

She
was in a fit of giggles, so loud that she didn't hear her 'bulging
Romanian' open the door. Good thing for her, she'd already sat back
in the tub, so she wasn't caught red handed with her phone.

“I
still don't know what's so funny about my bathroom.” He smiled
down at the beautiful naked woman in his bathtub. She returned a
smile, still trying to get her giggles under control.

“Come
in, and I'll show you,” she told him, swirling her finger
around in the bubbles. Before Morgan could say another word, he was
pulling his shirt over his head.

Chapter
Nine

“
What
do you want to do today?” Fane was towel drying his body as
Morgan was running a comb though her wet hair when he asked the
question. They'd stayed in the tub together for over an hour, mainly
talking and simply enjoying the feel of their bodies against one
another. It was nice, for both of them. She also told him all about
Angel, and why her best friend made Fane's bathroom so funny.

“Well,
I was looking outside earlier, and you know what I saw?” He
stopped drying his head for a moment and looked over to her, then
asked what she'd seen. “I didn't see everyone out and about
like they were yesterday. You know what that tells me?” Again,
he shrugged his shoulders. “That means that if you....polar
bears...aren't outside, then it must be cold. So, I vote to stay
inside.”

“Good,
I'm glad you said that. It is fucking cold out today.” He saw
her smirk, then added, “even for me, yes.”

After
the two were dressed in warm clothing, they did just that. They spent
the whole day inside, most of the time spent in front of one
fireplace or another. Half the day had been spent downstairs, the
other half in the bedroom above. It gave her more time to learn about
her client and another opportunity to enjoy his fantastic cooking,
which was homemade meatball subs, with, of course, fresh cheese from
the market. That evening, they watched a few movies and actually fell
asleep early, with Morgan using his big chest as a pillow. She was,
however, told to wake up in the middle of the night... and she was
more than happy to do as she was told.

Tuesday
provided them with nearly the exact same schedule as another cold
front had come in with harsh winds. Morgan knew it was better than
getting the snow or rain with it, but for someone not used to single
digit temperatures, it wasn't really fun to sight see when she
wouldn't be able to feel her fingers or nose. Instead, she enjoyed
another day of the big Romanian keeping her warm instead of braving
the elements outside.

When
Wednesday rolled around, the wind had died down enough to bring the
temperature back up to the thirties, which in Fane's book, that was
near tropical paradise. “I'd like to take you out for
dinner...I know you've been stuck in here with me, I'm sure you want
to get out. I told you, I'd bore you to death.”

She
crawled on her knees across the couch, then climbed up on his lap,
only so she could feel his strong arms around her. It worked. “You
only stayed inside because I'm a big baby and hate the cold and
actually, you're far, far, far from boring.”

His
face lit up with her words. He couldn't understand why she'd believe
that, even he knew he didn't lead an exciting life, by any stretch.
“Well, you were still stuck here.”

“Fane,
I'm not
stuck
here, and even if we got a blizzard and were
trapped in by forty feet of snow, I really wouldn't mind being
stuck
anywhere with you.” She placed her hand softly on his
cheek, then kissed him on his full lips. “You've done a
wonderful job...entertaining me...but I do believe, it's supposed to
be the other way around.”

“Morgan,
you've...you've done your...job. More than what I ever could have
asked for. I thought...you...I thought you were going to be just
a...”

“You
can say it.” She knew where he was going with it.

He
cleared his throat, then looked down at their hands. “Well,
you're not...that.” The way he'd been unsure told her he was
probably new in the system.

“Am
I your...first...company?” He nodded and she got her answer.
He'd never requested anyone, at least not through Julianne's system.
He'd probably assumed she was just going to be someone to 'make sure
things worked' and leave.
I was too distracted by Evita choosing
him, I hadn't noticed he was new.
She learned another lesson,
because of Carlos, she'd decided to never choose another new client,
but she knew, she couldn't hold the nasty man against all of the
clients. Some 'new' guys, like Aiden or Fane, they weren't bad, not
at all and she would have never have met them if she'd kept her
reservations. Instead of judging all men by Carlos' actions, she
decided to just use her own intuition and gut feeling. The thought of
looking right over Fane because of the color of his dot made her sad
in a way, but she was thankful Evita had chosen him.

“I
hope...” Morgan wanted to say she hoped she'd pleased him, or
given him everything he'd expected, but as his lips came down on hers
again, she knew she'd made him happy. When their kiss broke, a smile
spread across her lips. “In that case, I'd love to go to
dinner.”

*****

“This
is quite a drive,” Morgan pointed out as she snapped another
picture of the scenery. She'd assumed they were just going to go to
dinner somewhere within walking distance, as that seemed to be the
norm for Fane, but when he'd ushered her into the car, she began to
wonder where they were going. In fact, after driving for more than
twenty minutes, she was pretty sure they weren't even in Bucharest
any longer.

“I
wanted to get out of the city,” he told her, then grabbed her
hand and held it on his lap as he drove. She understood, he saw the
same people everyday and probably wanted a chance to see something
different for a change. Another ten minutes, and they were pulling up
to the restaurant.

“My
cousin, Roman...,” he smiled at the look she gave him,
expecting her to blurt out 'Roman from Romania,' but she kept her
twitching lips to herself and let him finish, “owns this place.
It's not much to look at from out here, but it's nice inside and the
food is wonderful.” Morgan nodded, as she knew of several
places back in her hometown that she would have described the same
way.

She
had to agree, the small restaurant was more than just quaint inside,
it was an authentic Romanian restaurant that she knew she'd remember
always. When they were seated at a large dark booth on the far end
of the room, Morgan had to take a few pictures of the place and
couldn't wait to show her Angel. He would love the walls, bright
orange with different colored scarves tied in the middle and fanned
out at the ends. The windows were made of stained glass that held as
many colors as the trim on the scarves, and each table had its own
tall candle that made flickers of light dance in the colored glass at
their side. “It's beautiful.” She took just a few more
pictures, but was greeted by a man that had to be..

“Roman!”
The two men spoke fondly to one another, but the only thing that
Morgan understood was her name being spoken by Fane, and Roman's name
in return. The cousin took her hand and brushed his lips against her
skin, then winked at the happy couple before walking away quickly.

“He
said that you are beautiful, and I told him that I agree.” She
smiled at the compliment and thanked him, then looked down at the
booth. Morgan began to wonder how she was going to order from the
menu that she'd just picked up. He watched her struggle for only a
few seconds, then explained that his cousin will bring his specials
out to them. “Anything he makes, you'll love.” He was
proud of the man, she could clearly see that, and Morgan felt
completely at home with the large happy man at her side.

Morgan
reached under the table and put her hand on his large leg. The move
was innocent, as she truly just wanted physical contact with the man,
but the sound that came from him told her that he was thinking
something far from innocent. “Did you just growl at me again?”
She had leaned in and whispered against his shoulder, and when he
nodded slowly, her smile nearly hurt her own face. “Maybe we
should have stayed in.” Morgan knew the fire that she was
playing with. Fane had proven to be someone who was more than
amazing in bed, he did things to her that had never been done before,
and most of the time, he barely touched her at all. It was his need
for control, and it was the most exciting thing that she'd ever done.

“Move
your hand, Morgan.” The look he gave her, his eyes steady and
his lips slightly apart, made her heart race with what she was about
to say.

“No.”
Her defiance stirred a heat that wasn't there moments earlier, and
the game officially began. She took a deep breath when she heard the
low feral growl from deep within his chest, and her fingers dug
deeper into his meaty leg in response.

He
put his hand over hers to move her, but she held tight to let him
know that she wouldn't be controlled right then. His cock grew hard
at the little beauty who challenged him, and he nodded once to let
her know that her crime wouldn't be forgotten.

With
her hand still in place, Roman returned with a cart filled with
plates just for them. It smelled wonderful, as did the entire
restaurant, and she couldn't wait to dive into whatever he brought
for them. When the meals were in place, she looked over her food and
tried to make sense of what she was looking at. Finally, she had to
ask, before she dove into anything. “Fane? What's this?”
She took her fork and pointed to the main dish. He placed his
napkin on his lap, over her hand, and explained what she was about to
enjoy.

“This,
is pickled cabbage leaves stuffed with a mix of minced meats, rice
and spices. And this...,” he pointed to a small plate that
held what she thought looked like four small penises, “is
skinless grilled sausage. He makes it fresh each day. And for
dessert, I've already ordered us Papanasi, which is cottage cheese
donuts, topped with sour cream and fruit preserve, which will likely
be apricots.” He looked back to his plate, and dug right in,
tackling the cabbage leaves with gusto.

Morgan,
on the other hand, was trying to figure out a way to be polite, but
have no part in the meal. All she could do was look back and forth
between the little wrinkled sausages and the shriveled cabbage. She
hated cabbage, she knew that, but maybe the minced meats inside
wouldn't be so...
ew.
She had delicately slid the prongs of her
fork under the blanket of cabbage to get a look at the contents
within and she wished she hadn't. Even the scent of the pickled
cabbage was beginning to take over her senses and it took everything
she had not to push the plate away.

Fane
was already five bites in when she finally talked herself into going
in for the mini dickies. She stabbed one with her fork, then brought
it up to her face for inspection. What she saw disgusted her even
more, but when she noticed her client was staring at her, she tried
to keep her faces under control.

“Something
wrong?” He mumbled through a mouth full of cabbage, and his
eyebrows came together with worry that she wasn't pleased.