Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 (120 page)

“You
have been talking to that man way too much! Listen to you, you've
mastered the art of speaking 'Angel'!”

“You
bet your fuckin' sweet tits, I have!” They both were in
hysterical laughter when Cedric pulled her off the couch. “Think
you can handle standing for a bit? I need your help in the kitchen.”
Morgan nodded again, then thudded behind Cedric toward the kitchen.
He wasn't playing around when he said he wanted to make muthafuckin'
cookies. She watched as a blur that was Cedric dashed around the
kitchen gathering flour, sugar, baking pans, eggs and all other
things necessary to make a sweet treat feast.

“I'm
guessing Jordy doesn't eat cookies too often?” Morgan
questioned him as he opened up a cook book and began dog-earing a
bunch of the pages.

“No,
baby. I love cookies and his bitch ass won't ever let me make them.
He's so worried about his stupid abs and..”

“Oh,
now wait a second, his abs...” Morgan grabbed the book right
off the counter and began fanning herself. “I would never eat a
cookie again in my life if...”

“Mmm,
yes, he does have an amazing body.” Cedric had already began
the first recipe, then threw Morgan an apron as he continued reading
down the list. “Did you two even...” He gestured with his
hips in an air humping motion which made Morgan choke on the breath
she'd taken a second prior.
You two are more alike than I thought!
“I know he's got this...
thing
...for uh, public
places. Well, he's talked about it.”

“He
did more than talk about it,” Morgan managed to finally say
after her breath was
unstuck
from her throat. “The only
place that wasn't public was...” Morgan blushed at the thought.
It had been right against the back of the house. Of course, if Cedric
had walked outside or if a neighbor came by, she supposed the could
have been caught, but it hadn't been nearly as daring as the other
adventures at all five of his shops around Grand Place. He had other
shops in town that they'd
explored
as well. Actually, the day
prior, they'd gone from place to place, playing a little in each
store until they came to his last shop, a candy store, entirely
different than the gourmet chocolate shop, and had finally given each
other what they'd needed.

Cedric
noticed Morgan seemed to be lost in her thoughts, so he let her be
for a minute. Morgan was too. She thought more about Jordy, about how
she'd judged him like the rest of the town before meeting him. She
hadn't had much time to get to know him, in fact, she hardly knew
nothing about the man at all, but for the first time in a while, she
had only done her job and was moving on. It was another lesson for
Morgan. She could have fun with a man, laugh and get along
wonderfully. They could flirt, have fun in the sheets,
or a shop,
and she didn't need to
know
them. Another thing she had to
admit to herself, it was sort of a relief having a client that she
didn't
help
in any way.

Jordy
knew who was and what he was about. He was happy, successful, honest
and his words kept replaying in Morgan's mind. “Because I
wanted to”. That's what he'd told her when she'd asked why she
was there and it was one of the best answers she'd ever received. She
respected every man's reason, but his was different. Sometimes, the
men would ask why she had chosen her job, or why she had chosen them
or why she had a scrapbook or a million other questions, Sometimes
she'd go into detail of the things that had led her to whatever they
were asking about. Ultimately though, it all came down to...
because
I wanted to.
It was a perfect answer and she decided, that's how
she'd answer the big questions of her life.

“You
were right,” Morgan finally pulled away from her thoughts as
Cedric was spooning the last of the dough onto a cookie sheet.

“What
about, baby?” He slid the tray into the oven, then asked Morgan
for the time.

“7:17.
And that he's a sweetheart. He really is. I wish I could have spent
more time with him.”

“Yeah,
you seemed to make him happy.” Cedric took her hand and led her
back into the living room, then lightened the mood. “But...you're
stuck with me now, so let's have some fun.” He winked, then ran
back off into the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a bottle
of Moscato.

The
two of them talked more about Jordy while the first cookie batch
baked, then after the second and third batch, the two of them decided
that the chocolate chip cookies were more than enough. She helped the
blonde stud muffin clean up the mess, then they sat back down in
front of the roaring fire and their hot cookies.

After a few bites, Cedric hopped up and asked which of her bags had
the DVD's because Angel had told her about her small horror
collection. She told him they were in her zebra bag, but his words
reminded her of something else and she requested the backpack she
always used as her carry on bag.

“What
do you need this one for?” Cedric dropped it gently beside her,
then with his ass held high in the air, he began rifling through her
other bag.

“Two
reasons. I thought you might be able to help me pick my next client,”
she said with a small smile and an eyebrow wag. She had his attention
and he stopped digging.

“Mhmm,
I am most certain I can help.” Again, he bent down to find a
movie. Morgan's next words made him practically levitate over to the
couch, no longer concerned with finding a movie. She'd pulled out her
scrapbook and mentioned something about seeing pictures of Angel, and
that's all he needed.

“I
have to call him!” Cedric had blown a kiss for the twentieth
time at a picture of Angel when he finally couldn't take it any
longer. “My, my, my,” he tsk'd, running his finger down
Angel's cheek on one of the larger pictures Morgan had printed for
her scrapbook.

“Call
his ass, then you both can help me choose my next trip!” Morgan
was even more excited than Cedric and she longed to hear the voice of
her best friend.

With
the press of a few buttons, Cedric's phone was echoing loudly through
the room and it rang for Angel's attention. Four rings into it and he
finally picked up. “Booberry, the fuck you up to? What's my
Sticky Buns doing, tell her saucy ass to call me later!”

“Angel!”
Both Morgan and Cedric called out.

“Mother-fuck-me.
This just made my night. Gio Grande is all kinds of worked up. Why?
Because he went out to some five star shit and there was a
motherfuckin' pube in his pasta. I know that shit was probably an
eyelash or some shit but he's convinced it was a pube and now he
wants to sue their asses. Can you even sue over that?” Angel
was rambling, obviously very excited.

“Baby,
he needs to sue the hell out of them!” Cedric spoke up first.

Followed
by Morgan's laughter, she spoke too. “That's disgusting! But I
have no idea!” She was doubled over and Cedric wiped a tear
from her cheek. When she finally caught her breath, she told Angel
that she was picking her next client.

“Alright,
Tit-a-licious, where are you thinkin'? You trying to stay around
Bulgaria?”

“Angel,
I'm in Belgium and,” she looked to Cedric, “no offense,”
she told him, “but I want to go somewhere warm!”

“No
offense taken, but you can take me with you,” Cedric replied,
then Angel.

“Whatever,”
Angel replied to her correction. “Alright, warm...”
Meanwhile, Morgan was opening her laptop, getting it warmed up to get
to the database. “California?”

“No,
warmer.” Morgan navigated to the website, logged in, then
clicked on the map of the world. Above New Zealand, there were a few
glowing dots that caught her attention. “Hey, what's those
little islands near Australia?” She looked from the phone to
Cedric, who shrugged, then back to the phone.

“That's
the conga islands or some shit. You know the song. Do-do, do-do,
do.....do!” Angel's brilliant reply sent Morgan over the edge
of hysterics again as she'd just clicked on the dots and revealed,
Tonga.

“It's
Tonga, Angel, not conga!” Both she and Cedric could hardly
breathe.

“Morgan,
honey, that shit will take your ass days to get to...” he
pointed to the map, distancing Belgium to Tonga. She nodded, but
wanted to find out for herself and after a quick search, she found he
was right.

“No,
it takes forty-nine hours to get there from here. No way in hell I'm
doing
that
with
this
foot!” Her foot was much
better and she'd be well enough to see her next client with not much
of a problem, but sitting on planes for more than two days didn't
sound appealing.

“Puerto
Rico, I've always wanted to go there. Oh, those me...mermaids...”
Cedric cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact he had a thing for
Puerto Rican men with Angel on the phone.

“Hmm,”
Morgan tapped her chin, then did another quick search. “That
takes seventeen hours...I think I could do that.” She gave
Cedric a quick glance and he did a
shoo
motion toward the
computer. “Okay, okay.” The two men talked quietly while
Morgan scanned through the first page of men, then the second. Most
of them were very sexy, but she was looking for something specific,
even though she didn't know it yet. Finally, on the third page, she
saw him. Without saying a word to either of the men, she picked her
own phone off of the table, got to the database and sent Angel a
picture of Ian Aldea.

Through
Cedric's phone on the table, she heard her message go through on
Angel's phone. “One second, I got a mess...Sticky muthafuckin'
Buns! I told you not to spring that shit on me!”

“Holy
shit,” Cedric leaned into the computer and saw what Angel was
currently looking at. Both of the men kept their comments to
themselves regarding the man, but it was clear to Morgan that they
both approved.

She
stared at the man a bit longer, there was something about him that
drew her in, but she couldn't figure it out. The figure was from
mid-waist, up and one of his arms was propped up on something, making
his hand close to his shoulder. His head was cocked to the side, just
a bit, and one eyebrow had the slightest arch that went along with a
subtle smile. Every small detail, from his sexy stubble, maybe two
days of growth, to his thick, jet black hair to his incredibly full
lips, made for one gorgeous looking man. He had one a see-through,
button up white shirt, covered in a leather jacket. To her, he looked
like a model, and definitely someone who didn't need to order a woman
for company. Alas, there he was, staring back at her, and since he
was in fact looking for company, Morgan was going to give it to him.
The most pressing thought in her mind was that she planned to have a
week of shameless, unbridled, loud, nasty sex with the man, without
one reservation in doing so. Why? Because she wanted to.

She
clicked on his name, then picked up her phone and sent a quick text
to Julianne, explaining the situation.
Jordy had to go to Romania,
so I've chosen my next client and if you can book a flight for
tomorrow, that would be excellent!

*****

“Hey,
Bubble Buns, your flight is going to leave without you,” Cedric
slapped Morgan in the ass like she were a horse and needed to run
faster.

“Well,
how was I supposed to know she'd book a flight so soon!” Morgan
gave him the first excuse she had. Less than an hour before that
moment, Julianne had sent Morgan her itinerary, stating her flight to
Puerto Rico was in two hours. Morgan and Cedric had been nearly
screaming at each other the whole time, playfully, but still under
the pressure of trying to pack everything so soon. It was nearly noon
and her flight was due out at twelve forty-nine. Good thing the
airport was close.

A
few more minutes of arguing and both of them were in the car. “Wait,
did you get...”

“Everything.
I checked, double checked, triple fuckin' checked. You're good.”
She brought her eyebrows together, unconvinced. “Promise.”
He was still looking at her as they began to pull out of the driveway
and nearly ran head on to another car that was pulling in.