Chapter 8 – Andie
ANDIE
“Thanks, Heidi,” I told my hostess, smiling at her.
One of my hands was on the stair rail to keep myself standing and support my jelly like legs. Morgan stood at the front of the group. He wore dark denim jeans, which made him look taller. The black, V-neck, t-shirt looked as if it had been sprayed on and clung to every muscle.
My stomach fluttered and I suddenly felt hot all over. I couldn’t help looking him up and down and my mind wandered to running my hands under his shirt. I licked my lips. My mouth felt dry, and I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs and have a drink.
“Hey, thanks for getting us in.” His deep voice brought me out of my lustful thoughts.
My eyes met his and I couldn’t miss how his gaze travelled slowly down my body and back up to meet my eyes. Fuck me, it was going to be hard not jumping him. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the flutters in my stomach.
“Uh, yeah, of course. Follow me.”
Heidi lifted the rope for the men to pass through. I smiled at her, trying not to look at Morgan. I turned and began walking back up the stairs, conscious of him right behind me. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I led them to the right of the stairs, passed Kirrick, the bouncer, to where the secluded booths were placed, past the one where Lauren and Betty were sat in my private booth and two more down.
I didn’t want them in the one right next to ours.
I wanted to talk to my girls and even though the music was loud, I didn’t want them to overhear anything I had to say.
“This is your booth. Toilets are back to the stairs and to the left. The screen there is where you place your orders and drinks will be brought to you.” I pointed to the screen set up at the back of the booth.
“This is awesome,” one of the men shouted.
I smiled and nodded my head, unsure on what to reply. The men settled into the booth and picked up the drinks menu.
“Can we talk, please?” Morgan placed his hand on my lower back.
My heart lurched, and my skin burned where his hand touched.
“Yeah, just give me a moment.” I turned and gave him a genuine smile. I didn’t want him to think I was passing him off.
“Hey, is he bothering you? If not, can I?” One of his friends looked me up and down, leering at me.
“No, he’s not bothering me at all. And if you do, I’ll set the bouncers on you,” I replied, shaking my head, and rolling my eyes.
I made my way back to my table and told the girls, “He’s here and wants to talk. Please help me.” I dropped into the booth and put my head in my hands.
Lauren passed me a large cocktail glass, full of a turquoise liquid which I downed in one. “Now, take that hot man back to your office and screw him hard.” She laughed, making a fuss of my hair.
“Yeah, you need to get some. It’s been a while.” Betty joined in, both of them laughing and clinking their glasses.
“Don’t remind me. Thanks for your help,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at them.
But I couldn’t ignore the jolt to my nether regions when I thought of fucking him on my desk. How would he sound as he moaned my name? Stop, just stop, I scolded myself as I walked back to his table.
“Hey, still wanna talk?”
Morgan was sat on the edge of the booth; they’d had two jugs of cocktails delivered to their table, and he was laughing at what one of the men had said.
“Uh… Yeah.” He smiled nervously at me, rubbed at his thighs, and got up.
“I’m going to borrow him for a bit. There is a dancefloor up here, but you can go down if you want.
These screens”—I pointed to the large screens set up on the edge of the walkway in front of the booths—“are for the privacy of the booths. Photos taken from downstairs cannot see up here. It will just reflect the dance floor back to them.”
“Follow me.” I smiled at Morgan, my breath catching when he smiled back.
I led him past the tables, ignoring the cat calls from Laura and Betty, and down the hallway that led to the offices.
When I got to my office door, I sucked in a deep breath, the smell of his aftershave, a dark, woody scent engulfing me.
Punching in the code on the security panel, I pushed the door and indicated for him to go through.
His upper arm brushed against my breasts as he walked by and my heart pounded so hard, I thought it was going to burst through my chest. I got us both a drink from the cabinet—my favourite, Cherry Brandy and Coke—and walked to sit next to him on the plush navy sofa and handed him his drink.
“Thanks.” He held up his glass and looked around my office.
“So, I thought it only fair that I explain fully why I think we should stay just friends.” I took a huge drink to try to calm my nerves; it didn’t help. I held the glass tighter so he wouldn’t see my shaking hands.
“Okay, tell me.” He leaned back on the sofa, his legs open wide, with his knee resting against mine.
I shuffled slightly so that we were no longer touching and began, “It’s not fair to you. I’m not looking to get married again or have kids.”
“Normally not what one talks about before going on a first date.” He grinned and leant forward.
“I know, but what’s the point of starting something that could end up not only hurting us, but your family, too. You all mean too much to me to lose you. You’re so sweet and kind, but I don’t think we would be compatible.” I finished my drink in another gulp.
“You might change your mind one day.”
I shook my head. “I won’t. After this divorce I’m done with marriage and I…I can’t have kids. I can get pregnant; I just can’t carry them full term. I lose them every time and it gets more painful with each loss.” My voice broke and I blinked away the tears.
“I’m so sorry, Andie, I didn’t know.” He leaned forward and rubbed my back.
“That’s okay. So, you see, you want kids, I can’t have them. It wouldn’t work.” I looked to the floor. Tiny pin pricks of pain stabbed at my heart at saying the words out loud.
“It’s not all about kids, Andie. I really like you. There’s more to this.” He took a sip of his drink, scrunched up his face, and put the glass onto my side table.
“What do you mean?” I wanted another drink but didn’t want to get up when we were talking.
“There’s something you’re not telling me. Go on, say it.”
“Say what?” I really had no idea what he was on about.
“That I’m too nice for you. The whole, ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ I hear it all the time, women think they want a bad boy, but they really want a nice guy to cuddle up with at night. That’s me.” He pointed to himself at the end of his sentence.
His tone harsh and one of impatience, but I couldn’t argue with him. After all, it was what the girls and I had agreed earlier in the evening.
I sighed. “I’m sick of all men, bad or nice. I don’t need it. I’m done.”
His hand travelled slowly from my knee up my thigh. “But you do like a bad guy?”
I gulped, and my pussy throbbed. I was moments away from throwing myself into his lap and having him right there. It wouldn’t be the first time the sofa had seen some action. Clearing my throat and shaking my head to try to clear away the inappropriate thoughts, I stilled his hand on my thigh.
Time to be honest. “I’ll admit, I do like someone that takes control of me.
I always need to be the strong one during work so as not to get taken advantage of, but it’s nice to get taken charge of during the night.
” My eyes met his; they were a shade or two darker than normal.
“I’m sorry I just don’t think it would work.
” I tried to sound definite and walked to the door, opening it.
Morgan stalked to me. “Well, I do,” he argued.
I sighed. “I’m sorry, I just want to stay friends.” I turned, walking through the door and back into the corridor towards the booths.
“Then why did you kiss me back? Twice?”
My steps faltered. Just thinking about the kiss we shared on the sofa sent waves of need through my body. I turned back to him and stepped closer, so I didn’t have to shout over the music.
Placing my hands on his chest and got up onto tiptoes to reach his ear. “I do like you, Morgan. I like you a lot, that’s why I kissed you back, but I’m not ready for a relationship.” I looked into his eyes.
Morgan grabbed my wrist and used his body to walk me back into the wall, pinning one arm by my side, his other hand on my waist. I found my hand resting on his shoulder—his very well defined, muscly shoulder.
Stop it, I scolded myself. I could have fought him at any time, told him no, and pushed him away, but I liked the take charge Morgan I was seeing.
Morgan dipped his head low; I felt his hot breath on my neck causing shivers to run up my spine. “Who said anything about a relationship? I just needed to know that you like me too. You want a bad boy? Then get back in your office now, and I’ll fuck you over your desk.”
I whimpered; I couldn’t help it. To hear the normally kind, quiet Morgan speaking to me like that was a major turn on.
He bent his head slightly, lips brushing my earlobe before moving back to look into my eyes.
I involuntarily licked my lips, his gaze dropping to my mouth for a second before moving back to my eyes.
Morgan loosened his grip on my wrist and stepped closer, so his body was pressed against mine, and kissed me softly. His lips caught my upper one and sucked on it lightly whilst his eyes searched mine for permission.
My panties were about melted at this point and my will was wavering.
It had been a while since I’d had sex, and the hormones were taking over.
Before I had a chance to think it through, he kissed me again, harder this time, moving his hands around my waist and swirling his tongue with mine.
Our moans lost in the music from the club.
“Hey.” I gently pushed him back. “Can we take this slow?” I was seconds away from taking him into my office and letting him do whatever he wanted to me.
Morgan sagged against me and let out a huge sigh. “Okay, whatever you want.”
I smiled at him. “Let’s get back to the table.”
Morgan’s friends had moved to sit with my girlfriends, and they seemed to be having a great time.
I ignored the questioning looks from the girls and suggestive comments from the boys and slid into the booth next to Morgan.
We didn’t get any more alone time, but we didn’t leave each other’s side for the rest of the night.
In the car on the way home the girls begged me for details. “There’s nothing to tell, honestly. I explained again why I didn’t think it would be a good idea and we both agreed that we’re better off as friends.”
“Uh huh.” Lauren smirked at Betty, then both looked at me grinning.
“What?”
“Well, you did look a little flustered when you got back to the table.” Lauren grinned and raised her eyebrows.
“He kissed me,” I admitted, unable to keep the grin off my face.
“Just a kiss?” Betty asked, disbelieving.
“Yep, just one, very hot kiss. That man can kiss.” I sighed, looking out the window and thinking back to his lips on mine. My lips tingled at the memory; my hand rose to play with the teardrop charm on the silver necklace I wore.
“That’s really all that happened?” Lauren pushed.
“Yep. We talked, kissed, I said again it wouldn’t work between us, and we came back to the table.” I nodded.
“Well, whatever you said didn’t work. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you all night.” Betty smiled.