Around the World in 80 Men (11 page)

“Sure, I'll get some rest.
But first, I have
GOT
to pee!”

Within minutes, Morgan found herself back
down at the bar and within another twenty minutes, she had downed
two more glasses of her wine, finishing the whole bottle.

“I...would like...hey, are you list....hey,
I would like another.....” Morgan pointed at her empty bottle to
the bartender.

The bartender just smiled, and turned his
back on the drunk girl. “Hey, but...I...hey!” She smacked her hand
down on the bar. “Shit, that hurt!”

“Lass, let me take ye to your room.” Morgan
heard the voice behind her, and answered.

“Nope. Noey, no, no. I'm...just..I'm
here..and I'm staying...here.”

The voice continued, “Morgan, let me take ye
to yer room. The barkeep won't serve ye anything more.” Those words
got her attention. She turned around to face the bearer of bad
news.

When she faced him, she forgot to ask how he
knew her name. “Damn! Look at you! You're...big...and
all...like...big! And you...oh..you're big!”

“Aye, lass. I'm big. Now let's get ye to yer
room.” Mystery man held out his hand, and offered to help her
up.

“You said 'aye!' Morgan laughed, then added,
“it's...Scottish...and..Oh! I'm in Scotland..did you know that? Mr.
Big Man...making me...leave.”

“Aye, I ken.” Morgan opened her mouth to
speak, but he stopped her, “aye, I said aye again. Let's go.”

They made it as far as the elevator, and
Morgan tripped on her own foot. He caught her quickly, and picked
her up. Cradling her in his arms, he pushed the elevator button.
“What floor, lass?”

She didn't answer, her drunken mind had
already planned her escape. She would go to her room, then let him
leave. Afterward, she would sneak out again. It sounded familiar
she thought, and also, that it would totally work.

The man wasn't going to wait for an answer
any longer. He felt her back pocket, and found the key. He reached
in with two fingers, and pulled it out, holding it in front of both
of them.

“Hey! You....you put your...hand in my butt!
That's mine!” Morgan tried to grab her key, but he moved it out of
the way.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and
hoped that she was incredibly heavy to carry. “I hope
that...that...you drop me.” That would do it, he could drop her,
then she could run back to the bar.

The man laughed loudly in the elevator, as
the doors opened. They walked through, and his long legs got them
to her room within seconds. He put her down in front of her door,
and she nearly fell again. Holding her with one arm, he managed the
door with the other. When it was open, he picked her up again and
carried her through.

Morgan was merely minutes from passing out,
he knew it. So he put her down on the bed, and removed her shoes.
Then he covered the drunken girl with the comforter, and moved her
hair from the front of her face.

She looked up at him, his face seemingly
moving from side to side. “You're cute. So cute. What's your name?”
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.

Her eyes closed, and he knew she had gone
instantly to sleep.

“Finlay, lass. My name is Finlay.”

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