Chapter 10 – Andie
ANDIE
I lay in bed the next morning thinking about Morgan.
I tried not to. The previous night when I’d got home, I tried everything to avoid thinking about him.
I just want to be friends, I just want to be friends, I kept on repeating until I fell asleep.
Now, though, I was wide awake, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
The way he moaned in my ear, his body pressed against mine, and when he mentioned fucking me and deep throating him, my panties had melted.
It had taken all my strength not to drag him back to my office and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
The way Morgan went from shy to bad guy with that mouth of his made my mind go fuzzy.
I closed my eyes and pictured his smile.
I could almost smell his aftershave, dark and woody.
My hand dropped to my breast, and I squeezed it, picturing his hand there instead of mine.
My other hand dipped lower, into my panties, sliding a finger into my already soaked pussy.
I rubbed at my clit in circles as I replayed his moans in my head, ‘Mmm Andie, fuck baby, yeah, oh fuck, that feels so fucking good.,’
I was getting high. My hips were jerking off the bed. Nope, can’t do this. I removed my hand. My breaths were coming short and fast, and my needy pussy pulsed.
“Ah, fuck it,” I said aloud and threw off my quilt.
I couldn’t give in. He deserved more than what I could offer. At least tonight he wouldn’t be at the club because he had his son. Maybe a night away from him would allow me to rebuild the wall between us that he’d been slowly crumbling with his dirty mouth.
I had a telephone meeting with a US supplier later at the club, so the girls had gone on ahead. I was just getting in my car when I received a text from Lauren.
L: M is here. Ex taken baby away for the night. You need to get here.
When I arrived at the club, I was informed two of my bar staff were late showing up.
Lauren was behind the bar with Aria, so I made my way there to help them out.
Morgan was at the bar; he had a drink in his hand and a stunning red head talking to him.
I was serving another customer but made my way down the bar towards them, trying not to show that I was listening.
“Hey, I’m Lindsay. I was wondering if you’d like to buy me a drink?”
The girl moved closer to Morgan, though she couldn’t get any closer if she was sitting in his lap and placed a hand on his arm.
I felt a burning sensation in my chest and clenched my jaw together as a wave of jealousy hit me before I could think about what I’d do if he said yes.
He wasn’t mine, nowhere near, and that was my own doing, but I couldn’t help feeling possessive.
“Hi, I’m Morgan. You are very beautiful, but I’m seeing someone.” He smiled at her, gently removed her arm and looked back at the bar.
My heart pounded and a lump formed in my throat. He was seeing someone. Kate hadn’t said anything, and neither had he. Although, I rationalised, it was nothing to do with me. I tried to quell the disappointment building and walked back down the bar to serve another customer.
For the next hour I was on autopilot; take the order, serve the customer, take payment, and repeat.
When my second bar tender arrived, I was able to head out of the bar area.
I smiled at my hostess and one of the security team at the foot of the stairs, then headed up to the VIP area.
Morgan was again sat on the end, with Lauren and Betty in the back in between the rest of the men.
I squeezed in at Morgan’s side and gratefully took the Flirtini cocktail Lauren held up for me.
“All okay?” she called.
“Yeah, thanks for covering down there.”
“No problem, that’s my job.” She held up her own glass.
The conversation flowed, and I had to admit, it was nice to have the men to chat to.
“I went down to the bar earlier to look for you.” Morgan leaned in to talk to me.
I felt his breath on my skin causing shivers down my back.
“I did see you there talking to a beautiful redhead. I heard you’re seeing someone,” I replied as I tried to smile brightly at him. He deserved someone who could give him what I couldn’t.
“What? No, I said that because I always feel so awkward when girls ask me out, or to dance or whatever. It’s just easier to say I’m seeing someone.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, I get that.” Relief surged through me.
I felt awkward and didn’t know what to say.
I looked around and everyone was having a good time; there were smiles and laughter all around.
I got up and walked to the safety railings, leaning on them and looking out over the club.
It was packed with people having fun, dancing, and drinking.
It soothed me when I saw the happy faces.
I’d worked hard to build this place up, and seeing people enjoying themselves brought me joy.
“You’re quiet tonight.” Morgan came up behind me and nudged me gently with his elbow.
“It’s been a long day.” I took a sip of my drink.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” he replied, his voice sounding off somehow.
Turning, I looked at him properly. His lips were turned downwards, and his shoulders had a slight sag to them. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he replied, but I could tell from the dull look in his eyes that he wasn’t. He leaned on the bars and picked at the label on his bottle.
“What have you been up to today?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink.
“Not much, Brooke has taken Charlie away, so I don’t get to see him tonight.” He shrugged.
“She ripped into you again, huh?”
“I’m used to it now. I’m okay.” He offered up a sad smile.
“Come with me for a moment?” I asked, holding out my hand.
He looked from me to my outstretched hand, nodded, and took it. I led him to my office and settled him on the sofa before making us both drinks, before sitting beside him.
“You’re not okay Morgan, tell me what’s wrong.” I kicked off my shoes and tucked my legs up underneath me.
He shook his head. “Nothing, I’m good.” He downed the drink I made him.
“Hey,” I said gently and placed my hand on his thigh, “you can tell me anything.” I met his gaze.
“It’s Brooke… I’m not good enough, again.
” He went on and I let him rant about his feelings.
“It gets me down. Nothing I ever do is good enough for her. I help as much as I can with Charlie; money, food, clothes, asking to have him as much as possible. But it’s never enough.
” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest, and clenching his jaw.
“I’ve said it before, she’s a twat. Try to ignore her. You’re so much better than her; kind, sweet, caring. You’re …” I trailed off. He was the perfect guy.
“I don’t know…I—”
Before he could put himself down any further, I interrupted, “Believe me, Morgan, when I say you are the perfect guy. To repeat myself, the perfect girl is out there for you, okay?”
“What if I’ve already found her? She is perfect and I know she’s the one for me.
I want to grab her and take her, but she’s been hurt and is scared to give me a chance.
” He reached out and stroked my arm. I met his gaze and got lost in his eyes.
“Just let me in, please Andie.” He brushed his lips across mine, it felt good, it felt right, but I was scared to open up again.
I leant into him and laid my forehead against his. “I want to, Morgan, I do. I just… can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m scared,” I finally admitted to him.
“I know, Andie, but I would never hurt you.” The honesty in his voice formed a lump in my throat.
It was hard; I wanted him so badly, but at the same time was terrified of what it could mean to us both. I got up off the sofa and stalked towards the door. Being that close to him made my mind foggy.
“Just give me a moment.” I ducked through the door and into the hallway. Leaning back against the opposite wall, I closed my eyes and took in a few deep breaths.
“Hey.” He looked at me from across the corridor.
“Ready to go back?” I asked, hoping that he would agree, and I could clear my head.
I stepped forward just as he took a step towards me. He took another and positioned me back against the wall, leaning down to talk in my ear whilst his hand lay lightly on my hip.
“I don’t want to go back yet.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck causing shivers up my spine.
“I want you so fucking bad, Andie. I can’t think of anything else.
” A hard suck to my collar bone nearly turned my legs to jelly.
“I fucked myself last night thinking of you. The way you sucked my neck on the dancefloor almost had me coming there and then, but I’m saving that until I’m balls deep inside you. ”
My hands were holding tightly to the back of his t-shirt, scrunching up the fabric. Fuck me with the dirty mouth again. My mouth was dry, and I swallowed hard. Just friends. Just friends. Just friends. I repeated the mantra in my head.
“Morgan, we can’t.” I pressed lightly on his chest, but without much conviction.
His hand was pressed on the wall at the side of my head, whilst the other travelled up from my hip to my breast. His thumb brushed across my nipple through the thin fabric of my clothes.
“Just give me a chance.” He squeezed my breast harder, and his other hand travelled under my dress between my legs and began rubbing my panties.
I looked into his eyes and saw a desire there that mirrored my own.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He ran a finger down the inside of my panties, just brushing the edge of my pussy.
My core clenched, liquid heat dampening my panties. “Fuck, Morgan, don’t stop.” My legs involuntarily opened wider.
“That’s it, baby.” He wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand pushed my panties to the side, and he slipped a finger inside me. Fuck me, I was getting finger fucked in the hallway outside my office. The thought of us being caught excited me. “So fucking wet. I need to be in you.”
Morgan added another finger, grabbed my right hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers. He felt hard and thick. I rubbed my hand along his shaft.
“Mmm, yeah just like that, baby,” he moaned and quickened the pace of his fingers.
I rubbed harder and faster. “Morgan, fuck me.” I was so wound up; I had started to ride his fingers. I needed more.
“I’ll make you scream these walls down,” he murmured in my ear.
All rational thought was gone. I gripped the front of his t-shirt, kissing him like he’d quench my thirst, and walked him back towards my office.