Underestimated Too(84)

I tried my best to stay home and not travel. I sent Derik instead, unless it was something I needed to handle myself, and that was a day or two at the most. I hated not being there when she woke from having a nightmare, not that I had the balls to go to her, but at least I was there.”

“You did come to me when I had nightmares, Drew?” I interrupted again.

“Sometimes, not always,” Drew commented before continuing, “I got rid of both nurses as soon as I could. Morgan was becoming a little too close to them for my comfort. Marta on the other hand seemed to put me in my place as much as Morgan was trying to do. I never had the talk with her like I had Rebecca. I hired Rebecca. She knew she was to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business. Marta on the other hand was hired by Callaway. She was hired to take the best care of her, and she did. Whatever Morgan wanted, Marta saw to her getting.”

“Marta was pretty quick to put me in my place too,” I said, looking to Deidra and not Drew. “She wouldn’t let me lay around and feel sorry for myself. She made me get up and live.”

“But she still gave you everything you wanted,” Drew challenged. “Like sneakers of all things. My wife didn’t wear sneakers. She wore thousand dollar stilettos. And the jeans, well, I guess I liked the jeans a little, especially when she wore them with heels. Morgan had turned into quite the beauty right before my eyes, and I’d missed it. I was seeing her for who she was for the first time since I’d first met her. I didn’t like it. I didn’t have feelings like this, I didn’t do feelings. It wasn’t my thing.”





Chapter 27





“I sat alone in my office for over an hour, contemplating what Derik was saying. He was right. I was being stupid and needed to get Morgan back to a place where she knew what was expected of her. I wouldn’t hit her, not for a while anyway. I didn’t want her to end up back in the hospital or anything. We needed to have sex. I needed to get that out of the way, show her how things really were. That’s what I’d do. My cock twitched at the thought of it. I didn’t know how many more nights I was going to be able to jack off in my hand before I went nuts. I’d go to her after she showered, be waiting for her on her bed.”

“Jesus, Drew, too much,” I said, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

Drew ignored me, talking about me like I wasn’t sitting right there. “Derik warned me, ‘You’re screwing up. Mark my words, this is all going to come back and bite you in the ass. You watch,’ before leaving my office for the day. Morgan had just barged in with a cup of coffee. I think maybe he was more pissed off that she didn’t bring him one.

It didn’t work out the way I’d planned. I hadn’t planned on having such a good time with her. I’d taken her shopping for a new dress to wear the following night with Callaway. Right off the bat she defied me and picked a dress that I said no to. It didn’t make me mad like it once would have. I found it a little amusing, and the way she was looking at me and smiling, was driving me crazy. I’d never felt that way before. She was flirting with me, and I didn’t know how to handle it. Morgan was flirting with me, and I was liking it.

‘I don’t think I like wine,’ she admitted over dinner.

I laughed. ‘You love wine. You always drank wine.’

‘I did?’

‘Yes, I think your taste buds are injured too.’

‘Maybe or maybe I liked something else, and you’re taking this opportunity to get me to like what you want me to like,’ she teased, sipping the wine.

‘Could be. Maybe I’m trying to get you a little drunk,’ I teased in a low tone, trying to flirt back. I really didn’t have a clue how to do this. We’d never really don’t that before. She was full of surprises. I kind of liked this Morgan. She stood, bent to my ear with her hand flat on my chest.

‘Maybe I don’t need to be a little drunk for that,’ she whispered hot words to my neck and ran one finger through the gap between buttons. Jesus, I had no idea what to do with this woman.”

I loved it. I loved the thought of him not knowing how to handle me.

“Walking into the house, hand in hand, I stopped her at the door. She was fighting too, not knowing what to do with me either. That part was true. I didn’t have any idea what to do. I remember wondering if that was how I felt when I was a virgin, the first time I had ever had sex.

She stopped just before the door and leaned into me. It was the strangest situation I’d ever been in. We both wanted to cross that line and give into each other. Neither of us knew how.