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“You expedite,” I said to him.
“I can — ”
“You and I need to talk,” I interrupted her.
“Who’ll manage the front?” John asked.
“You!” I called over to one of the waiters. “Is this your first restaurant job?”
“No, sir,” the young man said.
“Good. You’re managing the front until close. Can you do that?”
“Yes, absolutely Mr. Raven.”
“What about his tables?” John asked.
“I can do it,” the waiter said.
“Let’s go to your office,” I said to Morgan.
She looked a little worried and annoyed, but followed me. When she was in her office, she took a seat at her desk. I closed and locked the door.
“First things first, what the fuck happened that you ran out of my home the other morning like I had cooties?”
She pursed her lips. “I told you, my mother — ”
“Bullshit.” I grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. “Tell me the truth, Morgan. Did I do something? Did you do something?”
“Me?” She sounded incredulous but then her face morphed into guilt. She did do something. “How was your date with Jolie?”
I sat back. So that was it. I took my phone out of my pocket, opened the text messages I had with Jolie starting with the one that came in about showing me her lingerie. I held it up for Morgan to read.
“I don’t need to know about your other women.”
“Read it,” I growled.
She sighed in a way that said, “fine.” I saw in her eyes when she got to the part where I told Jolie I couldn’t see her anymore because I thought I’d met someone.
Her gaze lifted to me.
“All you had to fucking do was ask, Morgan.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”
“Was that the only reason you left?”
She nodded.
“What about the baby?”
Her eyes rounded. “Who — ”
“Look, I don’t give a fuck that you were with someone else since me — well, that’s not true, I do give a fuck. It makes me crazy, imagining someone else touching you. But I want you, Morgan. I can’t stop wanting you. And I want your baby. If it’s John’s and he’s still touching you … then he and I are going to have a problem.” I shook my head, because that sounded bad. What if she liked him? “Unless you want him. Tell me, Morgan. Is John the man you want?”
“No,” she said and I look at her closely wanting to see the truth of it in here eyes.
I reached for her, and she willingly came to me, letting me pull her on my lap until she was straddling me.
“Tell me you’re done with him.”
“He’s just flirting.”
I shook my head because that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “Tell me he’s nothing to you.” Of course, if he was the father of her baby, that would be fucked up, but I didn’t care. I need him to be out of her mind, even if I couldn’t get him out of her life.
“He’s nothing. But this restaurant is, Kade.”
“What about me?” I hated asking that, and so I didn’t let her answer. Instead, I captured her lips with mine, feeling like I had to kiss her or I’d fade away. That’s what it was about her. She was like an elixir, filling me with joy. Grounding me to something solid. I felt like everything I was or would ever be was wrapped up in this moment. I had to convince her that I could be the man she wanted. I could be the father to her child. That together, we could take the New York restaurant scene by storm.
But because I wasn’t as good with words, I used my lips and tongue in a different way, coaxing a moan from her as I squeezed her ass and pulled her until her pussy rubbed against my cock.
“I want to fuck you right here, right now, Morgan.”
She moaned as she undid my belt buckle. At least we could get this right, I thought. When we were naked, and just our bodies were talking, we spoke in perfect harmony. Why couldn’t we get it this right for all the other moments we were together?
24
Morgan — Friday
I’d known Kade was in the kitchen watching me tonight, but I ignored him. First, I was still hurt by finding Jolie’s text, but also, the restaurant was slammed, and I was barely holding on expediting the orders. At one point, before Kade got there, the chef snapped at me, and I nearly snapped back. John had been there to intervene. He gave me a break so I could get some water and take a breath. But then I was pissed at myself for crumbling. This was my restaurant, and for my mother and my baby, I had to make this work. Me, not John. Not Kade. Me.
But I couldn’t deny that I felt extra pressure with Kade watching me. I wondered what John was telling him. Probably that I was cracking under the stress. He was a suck up to me, but I had no doubt he’d toss me under the bus to get to Kade if he thought it would help his position.
