Cake Love: All Things Payne (8 page)

"She's all yours. Oh, and my father is a lawyer. So, fuck with her and I will lawyer the crap out of all of this." She does some crazy moves with her arms around my body and then walks off. She's an odd person.

I step inside and shut the door behind me.

"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

PRESENT DAY - AIRPLANE BOUND FOR LONDON...FIRST CLASS

Of course she is seated right next to me. Why wouldn't she be. My nostrils are overwhelmed with recycled air and her gorgeous scent. Looking around at the navy leather seats in first class I notice most people sleeping, yet having Morgana right next to me keeps me wide awake. I try to focus on the small screen on the back of the headrest in front of me projecting an episode of 30 Rock, but her snores keep distracting me. I want to lean in and rest my head on her shoulder, maybe cup a boob or two, but I can't. Not just because we are in public surrounded by co-workers, but also due to the fact I messed this all up.

Look, I know walking away from her all the times we fooled around in the past was a dick move. To my defense she looks so damn hot all the time. It's as if this woman doesn't know how to not look sexy. I'm picturing her in a potato sac right now and I have a semi. I know, stop shouting at me! My cock has a problem. Maybe there is an anonymous meeting for dicks that Captain Cock can attend. I don't think sex addicts anonymous is right because he only seems to want Morgana. He mainly fantasizes about her vagina, and sometimes her mouth.

I will let you all in on a little secret, when Morgana got fired a few months ago from Mimir when Evaleen walked in on us about to have sex, I missed her. After Morgana told me she lied so I wouldn't get fired it shocked the hell out of me. No one has ever done that for me before. That is when whatever this was between us changed and I knew there was no going back.

When Edgar Mimir called me the following Wednesday to come back to work and I walked into the office to find the smile of a woman I didn't recognize at Morgana's desk, I became irked. My lack of effort to get her back bothered me. I had never been in that situation before, where I had made the mistake and someone else stood up for me. It scared me that she was having that kind of impact on my emotions.

So, when I finally did something to get her back to Mimir, I wanted to keep a respectful distance. Her job is important to her, and I had to make sure I didn't get in the way. The past few weeks have been a challenge for me to remain professional. Captain Cock isn't happy, but he takes it out on my hand at night so he doesn't have it that bad.

When Edgar told me about that online dating thing a month ago I thought I hit the jackpot. I can just focus my attention on another woman. Someone I can keep at a safe distance but enjoy conversations with, perhaps at some point meet and let Captain Cock run wild. When I discovered Sweetcakes I thought she was too good to be true. I was afraid if we exchanged pictures she would be a five hundred pound shut-in who had a sex change that didn't quite take. My mind can wander sometimes. Also, I didn't want anyone to recognize me. There are some shady characters out there more than willing to take advantage of a rich and successful person.

When she suggested exchanging pictures and names I knew it was time to rip the bandage off. Sure I gave her a somewhat false name; hey Ric is only a shortened version of my name. But in case she did turn out to be a man dressed as a woman, I didn't want her to ever find me. Do you know how many Henrik's are in the city of Chicago? Very few.

I couldn't be mad at Morgana for doing the same thing I had done. Perhaps she thought as I did. Morgana is just as rare of a name as Henrik.

So, now I sit here curling my fingers into my palm which is causing some pain only to prevent them from reaching out to her. After getting to really know her online and spending all that time in the office together it's made me realize something, I love her.

Ugh, I hate it when this happens. Not that it has happened a lot. Just when it does the women use me like an old dish towel. They either cheat on me or treat me like crap but expect me jump through hoops for them, or like my mom, laugh when I tell her I love her. I'm not ashamed to admit I am a little afraid of my feelings right now. Things have been great the past five years because I have had no romantic entanglements. The moment my heart and dick glanced at Morgana my life turned into utter chaos.

This can't happen. Our relationship creates too much of a risk. I'm flip flopping. I never flip flop. One minute I want her and believe I'm not complete until I can feel her feathery skin, the next I panic and think about all that might be lost if we pursued this.

Morgana’s snoring has grown louder. God she sounds like a fifty year old man. I turn my gaze to her just as her head rolls onto my shoulder and her glasses fall to her lap. She presses into my arm and starts to curl up on me.

I freeze. Do I shake her off or just...oh God she smells so good. My nose dips to her hair and I inhale.

"Did you just sniff Drake, Payne?"

I turn my head to see Evaleen standing right next to my seat. Her arms are folded in front of her button up white blouse, hiding her perky but average sized breasts.

"No. I...uh...why aren't you in your seat? We are on a plane you know, flying over the Atlantic Ocean."

I try to change the subject but I know Evaleen is too smart for that.

"The fasten seatbelt sign is off, and we have been in the air for six out of the eight hours of our flight Payne, I'm not going to sit in my chair the entire time."

She leans down to whisper in my ear, "I am only telling you this once, and it's because my friend here likes you, but screw with her and I will make your life at Mimir a living hell."

She stands straight again and places her hands on her hips. I love Morgana but I detest that she is friends with Evaleen. Really not liking that at all.

"Why are you here anyway, Bechmann? Why is the HR Manager needed for a meeting in London?"

My lids lower in scrutiny. Hers go wide, like nervous-big and she glances over at Edgar and then back at me.

"Never mind about that. It's...uh...it's something that doesn't concern you. I've got to get back to my seat."

She scurries off and I wonder what the hell is going on. Eveleen is many things, focused, determined, annoying, but she is never odd. That was odd.

Morgana wakes just in time for the food. It's like that woman has radar when food is concerned. I mean, how am I going to compete with baked goods?

"How long was I out?" Morgana stretches and I notice how amazing her rack looks in her green sweater as she arches her back.

"Huh?" My eyes are still planted on her cleavage. She snaps her fingers in my face and I look up to see her pointing to her eyes.

"Up here Henrik. I asked how long have I been asleep?"

"I don't know, a few hours maybe." I pick up the cutlery and dig into the surprisingly tender steak on my plate. Taking a bite, I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the savory flavor hits my tongue.

I can hear Morgana moaning and turn my head to watch as she practically orgasms eating her meal.

"My God, this is so good. Who knew airline food could actually be flavorful. Oh. My. God. There is chocolate cake for dessert. I am flying in the clouds so this must be Heaven." She laughs at her own cheesy words.

"You are a goof."

"Whatever Hi! At least I'm not a horn dog who can't wait to get home to masturbate about my super fine secretary."

"You caught me once doing that!"

She finishes chewing her food and points her fork at me.

"So I could have caught you more than once doing it? Well, well, well Mr. Payne. Someone's big dicky likes to get sticky. Eww. That even made me want to hurl."

The woman can always make me laugh. God she is so cute and sexy, and I want to do her right now on top of this juicy piece of meat that is surrounded by roasted red potatoes. But instead I focus on the food and try to keep eating and forget that the coolest, funniest, sexiest, smartest woman I have ever known is sitting right beside me.

"I'm sorry that I made you leave on Sunday and treated you like that," I mumble into my food. I'll admit I am not used to saying sorry. In fact, I have said sorry to Morgana more than I have said sorry to anyone else in the past ten years. Something about her drives my brain onto the I-seventy-stupid highway where the only exit is Crazytown. Thankfully I haven't taken that exit yet.

"Yeah, that was kind of douchey what you did. I just figured you have lady issues. Not that you are menstruating, but that you haven't had a lot of luck with women, so you assume I'm going to be the same way." She shrugs and then shoves a heaping spoonful of the potatoes into her mouth.

"You’re right, but the problems go a lot deeper than a crazy ex, Ms. Freud. Can we talk about it later when we have some time in the hotel room?"

I glance over at her and notice her mouth is full of cake. Reaching over I wipe away the crumbs from the corners of her mouth with my thumb and suck on the sweet icing.

Her eyes darken from a golden green to a deep olive as she watches my lips. Morgana does something that is every man's biggest fantasy. She leans in and whispers in my ear, "Do you want to join the mile high club?"

Yes. Double yes. If there is any word that means more than yes I would be using it right now. Oh God Almighty that is in Heaven, thank you for creating this woman.

My eyes grow large and I spit out my food and push the tray away.

"Take off your panties and give them to me. Then head into the bathroom. I will follow in a few moments as to not draw suspicion...wait, I thought you hated me?"

She is covering her mouth with her hand and trying to suppress her laugh.

"First off, you have obviously been planning this out ahead of time."

"Since I was fifteen years old," I reply, though I don't think it was a question.

"Secondly, I'm horny, and it's really hard to hate you when you look so cute trying not to grope me. And before you deny wanting to feel me up, your eyes have barely looked away from my chest the entire trip. Oh, and I heard you sniffing my hair."

"I have no idea what you are talking about Ms. Drake, but I will try to alleviate your frustration as best I can."

She pushes the tray aside, shimmies out of her underwear and hands them to me. I get up to let her through placing the lace in my pants pocket. As I watch her ass bounce in the tan swing skirt she is wearing I wonder how long is enough time to pass to not make it suspicious that I am following her.

Sitting down I glance at my watch and time thirty seconds. Wow, I never realized how long thirty seconds could be. I look down and see her glasses on the floor. I pick them up and debate on if I should bring them into the bathroom with me so we can play sexy librarian. I decide against it and set her glasses back onto her tray that is now pushed by the window.

I get up and head to the front of the plane and open the door to the lavatory. Thankfully this is a first class bathroom so it's a bit more spacious as Morgana and I seem to fit comfortably inside. She leans back on the metal counter as I pin her in place with my hands on either side.

"So, have you ever done this on a plane before Henrik?"

I shake my head and watch as a smile tickles her lips.

"Oh so this is virgin territory for you. The great Mr. Payne is unfamiliar with sex in an airplane bathroom. I guess I should feel flattered."

"What about you Morgana? Are you a member of the mile high club?"

The tip of my finger draws a line from her ear down to her chest watching her body tremble from my touch. Her scent is stronger now, less floral, more her. It is drawing me closer as I begin to nuzzle her neck licking and nipping my way up to her ear.

"Maybe."

This information causes me to halt my actions. I lift my head and gaze at her. I don't like that someone else has done something with her that I haven't. Perhaps it is a bit irrational, but you see what she does to me. I’m like a mad man around her. I grit my teeth, “Yes or no Morgana.”

She sighs, slumping her shoulders. “Fine. No, I haven’t done it alright. I just wanted to tease you a little. Maybe ruffle your feathers a bit. You’re no fun.”

She lightly swipes at my shoulder and pouts. Then her hands start to move down my black sweater toward the hem.

"You ruffle my feathers plenty outside the bedroom, no need to bring it in here."

I nudge back into her neck, breathing her in as my hands make work of lifting and wrapping her legs around me as she tries unsuccessfully to lift my sweater.

"This isn't a bedroom, Henrik."

Her mouth. Such a little smartass. Grrr. Is it odd I am so turned on by it?

Reaching between us with some difficulty I manage to undo my pants and push them down enough to release my cock. After I adjust us I position my plump head at her soaked entrance. It's warm and feels like silk along my shaft.

"Condom," Morgana pants.

"Fuck." I place her down and bend to dig in the pocket of my gray dress pants that are now pooled on the floor.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Oh shit!

"Occupied," Morgana yells as she panics, her eyes wide with fear.

"Miss, this is the stewardess. We are starting to prepare our descent so you need to return to your seat as soon as possible."

We both let out a huge sigh and then look at each other and laugh.