Around the World in 80 Men (6 page)

Morgan's eyes grew wide at the men in front
of her. Most were young, some were breathtaking. She couldn't
understand why any of them would need to pay for companionship of
any kind, especially sex. As if reading her mind, Julianne put her
out of her misery with an explanation.

“Dear, these men aren't looking for a wife.
They're not even interested in a girlfriend. They just want to
spend a week or two with a beautiful woman who knows how to please
them, it's quite simple really.” When Morgan didn't answer,
Julianne continued, “what would happen, Morgan, if any of these men
invited a woman that they had just met on a dinner cruise aboard
their yacht?”

“Well, I imagine that any woman would feel
lucky, and probably enjoy a nice evening on a yacht.” Morgan
smiled, but never took her eyes from the screen.

“What if the next day, that same man invited
the same woman to fly to Sicily with him for an authentic Italian
meal?” Julianne's brows raised, waiting for Morgan to respond.

“The next day? Hmmm, I would say that the
woman would be picking out her wedding dress because men just don't
do that unless they're in love or something.”

“Exactly!” Julianne's exclamation brought
Morgan's attention around. “Morgan, that is how they live each and
every day. It isn't something special or out of the ordinary, it's
their lives. And when they want the company of a woman for a nice
meal, or a trip, the woman always thinks that he pulled out all the
stops just for her. It gets complicated very quickly, and most
wealthy men have simply tired from the uncomfortable scene of
telling a woman that he only wanted to spend some time with
her.”

Morgan nodded, it made perfect sense. “So,
gorgeous wealthy men would rather pay for their companion, so that
there are no misunderstandings or hurt feelings.” She nodded again,
mainly to herself. Then she looked back at the screen.

“One more question, Julianne. Don't these
guys ever want love? I mean, a real relationship?” Morgan ran her
finger down along the screen, touching each of their faces.

“Oh, they all do eventually. I lose clients
all the time to the inevitable love bug, but I gain more all the
time too.”

“I wonder how many of them are married?”
Morgan asked the question out loud, not knowing that Julianne
already had the answer.

“None. I won't allow infidelity by my doing,
it's just a rule of mine that I won't break. I watched my own
mother live through that nightmare with my father's secretary, and
I'll have no part in facilitating an affair of any kind.” Julianne
had clearly closed that subject as well.

Morgan was still staring at
the screen when Julianne quietly walked away to give the young girl
some time to choose her first client. She held her hand over the
mouse, and clicked through the men as if she were buying a new
outfit.
Too short. Too chubby. Too
old.
When she came across anyone that
showed promise, she quickly read his bio and and scratched a note
on the paper beside her.

Twenty minutes into her search, she came
across Finlay Campbell. She clicked his photo to enlarge it. “Holy
shit!” He was gorgeous. Very tall, but hard to tell exactly how
tall in the photo. He had dark brown hair that just reached the top
of his shoulders, and a chest that screamed for Morgan to reach out
and touch, and grope, and lick. Repeatedly. His bio explained that
Finlay owned a large hotel chain, and loved to travel. He typically
requires the companionship of a woman for one week, but would
extend that time if they were both agreeable. “I'm agreeable.”

When Julianne heard Morgan's voice, she
walked back into the main room.

“Have you decided on a client? Or are you
just talking to the screen of beautiful men for your own
entertainment?” Julianne laughed, and sat down next to her
prodigy.

“Oh, I see you've found Finlay. He's quite a
looker, not to mention he's always a perfect gentleman. Is he the
one you want?” She leaned forward, looking at the man with
Morgan.

“Oh, yes, he's the one I want.” Morgan ran
her finger across his face, and playfully sighed at his image.

“Well then! I'll make the arrangements, and
you need to get some rest. Because Sunday morning, my dear, you're
going to Scotland.”

Chapter Six

Sunday morning?
Just like that. Three days and she was on her own.
Morgan remembered the girl she had told Julianne about, the girl
who had sold her 'companionship'. She wondered how that girl would
react if she could walk down the road and just
click
on whichever guy she wanted.
Morgan closed the door to her hotel room and walked over to her
bed, letting herself fall backwards onto the down comforter and
overkill of pillows.

She felt like a giddy schoolgirl, or perhaps
a woman who had just won the lottery. Yes, that was it. Not only
did she feel like a million dollars, she knew that this feeling had
to be nothing compared to what was to come. Yachts, fancy hotels,
fluffy robes, toes in the sand. She grabbed one of the pillows,
hugging it tightly, then smiled against its cool surface and
thanked the universe for the gift she had received. Not knowing why
she received it, but she didn't even care.

Morgan sat up on the bed and
caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and briefly wondered if
she would be good enough. She was gaining confidence by the second,
but these guys must have had girls bowing to their greatness, how
was she to compete?
“
Just be better than the rest, I suppose,” she whispered into
the empty room.

She grabbed the ends of her hair and held it
up in front of her, examining the strands carefully. The dirty
blonde shade didn't seem to match well with her new tan, and
through her close scrutinizing, she noticed her split ends
desperately needed addressed.

Julianne had already set her
up with a bank account. The woman was good, Morgan had to give her
that. She had explained to Morgan that there was already $5,000 in
the account and it was hers to use as she desired. Julianne
referred to the cash as an 'enlistment bonus', which had made
Morgan laugh as she pictured an army of whores marching down the
street with leather whips. Julianne had also explained that each
day spent accompanying a client, Morgan was to receive $2,500
directly deposited into the account. The rest was
Julianne's.
Pimp fees, of
course.

Morgan decided she would spend the rest of
the afternoon pampering herself, making sure she was in tip-top
shape for her first job.

Not wanting to bother Julianne again,and not
knowing where her Madam had disappeared to, she took the elevator
downstairs to the spa room and asked one of the masseuses if they
knew of any good hair salons in the area. Their reply was better
than she had expected when they told her that if she were to walk
outside and make a left, there was a salon attached to the
building, in which they also added, only hired the best
stylists.

“Well, that's convenient! Great, thanks!”
Morgan continued her giddy spell and she nearly skip-walked down
the hallway toward the front exit. Containing her excitement was
going to be one of the hardest parts, she thought.

Nearly three hours later, Morgan had
undergone a complete makeover. Her hair was lightened to an ultra
light blonde, but still looked completely natural. They had also
added some subtle lowlights throughout, as well a manicure,
pedicure, eyebrow waxing and with some careful consideration, she
even opted for a Brazilian wax to make sure she had one less thing
to worry about throughout her companionship journey.

Once back in her room again, Morgan examined
her new self in the full-length mirror on the closet door. “Wow,”
she whispered. She looked like a new woman, a blonde bombshell. Her
tan was just a few shades darker than her normal tone, and her hair
was a only few shades lighter, but it made all the difference.

She reached past the mirror and slid the
heavy closet door to the side and ran her fingers over her new
wardrobe. Morgan shook her head back and forth, still not fully
capable of accepting what was to come.

“Three days,” she said
aloud. “Scotland.” She exhaled loudly.
Finlay.
She was sure to put the 'lay'
in his name. She wondered again how tall he really was and decided
to go back to the Julianne's computer again and check the database,
maybe he had another picture?

Morgan looked around the room, Julianne
still wasn't back, but she figured Boss wouldn't mind her stealing
another peek at her first client. She wheeled the leather chair out
from under the long marble table and turned it to face her. She sat
down like a teenager plopping onto their bed with a new Cosmo
magazine. Overestimating its durability, and the chair fell
backward, with Morgan.

The young girl flailed for a few moments as
the chair finally met its demise against the ground. The left arm
of the chair cracked loudly and separated from the rest of the
piece. Morgan stopped flopping like a fish long enough to gather
what had just happened. “Dammit,” she cursed the possessed
furniture.

Morgan gathered herself and stood, flicking
invisible dust from her jeans as she did so. “Well this is just
great,” she continued speaking to the chair as she picked up its
broken arm. Caught with her hand in the cookie-jar, Morgan heard
the click of the card being accepted in the electronic lock
outside. Acting on her first impulse, she kicked the broken arm
underneath the table and ran-walked across the room, pretending to
be extremely interested in her reflection in the big mirror that
took up at least four feet of wall, as Julianne walked through the
threshold of the room.

“Oh, darling, you're here,
great! Sorry about disappearing, I had to run to the,
goodness,
look
at
you!” Julianne made a spin with her index finger, suggesting Morgan
give a twirl. Morgan obliged, turning slowly for her. Julianne
approached her, taking her locks between her fingers, raising a
chunk, then letting it fall to Morgan's shoulder's. “I love it!”
She took Morgan's hands in her own and admired her nails as well
and was even more thrilled with the news of the
Brazilian.

“Nervous yet?” Julianne blurted out as she
sashayed across the floor, straightening the already spotless
room.

The question caught the younger of the two
women off guard. Not because of the question necessarily, but
because the arm of the chair was sticking out from underneath the
table and Julianne was getting dangerously close to discovering it
as she made her way around the bed, tucking in the already tucked
in sheets.

“Nope, I think I've got this,” Morgan lied.
Hell yes she was nervous. She didn't want Julianne to know it
though, but she was sure she could see through her lie.

Julianne stopped tucking and turned to face
her, “good, you shouldn't be. You're a natural. I just got done
talking to Cade, he seems to think so too. I knew you'd be great, I
told you, I just knew it.”

Morgan looked down at her feet, she wasn't
sure if she should thank her, or just accept it. She settled on a
nod.

“Although, I think Dennis was a little
disappointed you didn't choose him first. It's okay, I can see why
you chose Cade, he's a spitfire, that's for sure,” Julianne
continued without waiting for a response.

Dennis was pretty cute, but
he wasn't the kind of guy Morgan went for. Julianne had to have
known she would have chosen Cade, he was the obvious choice.
Something about a cocky attitude just had the ability to make the
panties drop. In fact, she wouldn't have minded a little
more
practice.
Morgan blushed and dipped her head lower so Julianne would not
notice.

“So the reason I came up here, I wanted to
show you something, a little surprise, if you'll call it,” Julianne
turned the chair around, and sat down, not noticing the broken
limb. Morgan bit her lip, and walked up slowly behind her, placing
her hands on the back of the chair. She didn't know why she was
acting like a baby about it, it was just a stupid chair. Maybe she
was afraid of the judgment, or maybe she was afraid of Julianne
seeing a flaw in her new employee. Either way, she couldn't take it
anymore.

“I broke your chair!” Morgan blurted out,
taking a step back from said broken chair, and bent over to
retrieve the evidence. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll pay for
it,” she continued.

“Child, child, what are you going on about?
Oh, this thing? Please, the hotel may be nice, but these things are
pure shit,” Julianne spoke, slapping the good arm of the chair. “No
need to get yourself worked up about it. One time I had a client
who got so drunk, he tried flushing his jeans down the
toilet...long story short, he turned the room into a swimming pool.
Talk about an expensive bill! You have a lot of things to worry
about, my dear, this is not one of them. Did you think I would be
mad about a chair?”

Morgan cracked a faint smile, the weight was
lifted from her shoulders. “I just felt bad, I was going to look at
Finlay again, and I didn't know if I was even allowed, but then I
broke your chair, and I...”she continued rambling.

“Finlay! That's where I was, come child, I
have something to show you.” Julianne cut her off again.

The smile grew on Morgan's face. She already
had a deep admiration for Ms. Marks and a shit-load of respect. The
smile remained glued to her lips as Julianne turned to face the
computer once again and Morgan found her place behind her, waiting
for the news on Finlay.

“While I was out today, I got a notification
that a one, Finlay Campbell, had sent a message. Unfortunately, I
couldn't read the message from my phone, so we'll look at it
together.” Julianne opened her database, and scrolled to her
messages.