Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff
Authors: Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff
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man.
“Thank you!” She ran out of the bathroom before he could
get up to chase after her and she hid her camera deep in her bag so
he couldn't delete the picture.
That
night, they slept in his bed, rather than the living room floor, but
Morgan still had a fireplace to lull her to sleep. Not that she
needed anything other than the Incredible Hulk holding her tightly
and kissing her neck to help her sleep, but a fire was always nice.
*****
When
the following day rolled around, the two awoke to quite a surprise.
The snowdrift had completely covered up the bedroom window and
Morgan's first thought was there had been seven feet of snow
overnight. Tyler explained that the snow always collected on the
windowsill and made it appear more than what was really out there.
They had gotten ready to go back over to the main house, but when
Tyler went out to clean off and warm the truck, they realized that
neither of them were going anywhere. They could have theoretically
walked the distance in three and a half feet of snow, but both of
them agreed it would be better to call it a snow day.
They
spent most of the day in front of the fire, talking, sharing stories
and roasting marshmallows in the fireplace. Morgan had enjoyed the
naked parts the most, but the conversations had also been very nice.
That snow day had been nothing like the ones that she would
occasionally enjoy when she was still in school, but it would be one
that Morgan knew she'd never forget.
Early
the next morning, she awoke first from the sound of a familiar reggae
tune. Before she had even climbed out of the bed, her heart had sunk
into her stomach because she had a feeling of who the caller was.
When she got to her phone, she sighed loudly because her intuition
had been correct. The night before, she actually debated on whether
or not she wanted to turn it on, but in the end, responsibility won
the mental debate and she turned it on...just in case.
“Julianne?”
Morgan walked out into the hallway and quietly answered the phone.
“Dear,
the storm that you just had is nothing compared to the one that's
heading your way. You have to leave today. The last flight is
leaving at three, so I need you out of there before then. Where are
you going next?”
Morgan
looked around the room and threw her free arm into the air. It was
hard to swallow what Julianne had just told her. Today? I...I
can't leave today... “Uhm...I...I haven't looked yet.”
The girl didn't want to admit to her boss that she hadn't even
checked the database yet, but she had nothing else to tell her.
“Pick
a place and I'll see what I can do,” Julianne told her.
Shit.
It's not just about the place. I need to see the man! “Can...can
I look first?” Morgan dared to ask.
“Morgan,
I don't have time, I have to get you a flight now. Just pick a place.
Trust me, I have a good grasp on your taste in men.” Julianne
was breaking her own rule, but she was in a desperate situation.
Never had she picked a client for her women, but she needed to get
Morgan out of Canada or she'd be there until the end of the following
week. She had also never had to deal with a freak batch of early
winter snowstorms back to back like what was currently happening.
“Uh,
shit...uhm...” Morgan thought frantically. No, she definitely
didn't want to go back to Ohio. “Portugal!” It was the
first place that popped into her head and she put her palm up to her
face, hoping that she wouldn't regret her choice.
“Alright
dear. Have your things ready. I'll email your itinerary in a few
moments.” Julianne hung up and Morgan fell to her knees on the
carpet in front of the fireplace.
Fuck!
This isn't how it was supposed to go! Morgan's eyes burned with
tears of frustration. Okay, it's only one day early. We just have
to break up today. “This sucks,” she whispered into
the room.
“What
sucks?” Tyler's voice made her jump and it scared the tear
right out of her eye. “Hun, what's wrong?”
“Julianne
just
“Thank you!” She ran out of the bathroom before he could
get up to chase after her and she hid her camera deep in her bag so
he couldn't delete the picture.
That
night, they slept in his bed, rather than the living room floor, but
Morgan still had a fireplace to lull her to sleep. Not that she
needed anything other than the Incredible Hulk holding her tightly
and kissing her neck to help her sleep, but a fire was always nice.
*****
When
the following day rolled around, the two awoke to quite a surprise.
The snowdrift had completely covered up the bedroom window and
Morgan's first thought was there had been seven feet of snow
overnight. Tyler explained that the snow always collected on the
windowsill and made it appear more than what was really out there.
They had gotten ready to go back over to the main house, but when
Tyler went out to clean off and warm the truck, they realized that
neither of them were going anywhere. They could have theoretically
walked the distance in three and a half feet of snow, but both of
them agreed it would be better to call it a snow day.
They
spent most of the day in front of the fire, talking, sharing stories
and roasting marshmallows in the fireplace. Morgan had enjoyed the
naked parts the most, but the conversations had also been very nice.
That snow day had been nothing like the ones that she would
occasionally enjoy when she was still in school, but it would be one
that Morgan knew she'd never forget.
Early
the next morning, she awoke first from the sound of a familiar reggae
tune. Before she had even climbed out of the bed, her heart had sunk
into her stomach because she had a feeling of who the caller was.
When she got to her phone, she sighed loudly because her intuition
had been correct. The night before, she actually debated on whether
or not she wanted to turn it on, but in the end, responsibility won
the mental debate and she turned it on...just in case.
“Julianne?”
Morgan walked out into the hallway and quietly answered the phone.
“Dear,
the storm that you just had is nothing compared to the one that's
heading your way. You have to leave today. The last flight is
leaving at three, so I need you out of there before then. Where are
you going next?”
Morgan
looked around the room and threw her free arm into the air. It was
hard to swallow what Julianne had just told her. Today? I...I
can't leave today... “Uhm...I...I haven't looked yet.”
The girl didn't want to admit to her boss that she hadn't even
checked the database yet, but she had nothing else to tell her.
“Pick
a place and I'll see what I can do,” Julianne told her.
Shit.
It's not just about the place. I need to see the man! “Can...can
I look first?” Morgan dared to ask.
“Morgan,
I don't have time, I have to get you a flight now. Just pick a place.
Trust me, I have a good grasp on your taste in men.” Julianne
was breaking her own rule, but she was in a desperate situation.
Never had she picked a client for her women, but she needed to get
Morgan out of Canada or she'd be there until the end of the following
week. She had also never had to deal with a freak batch of early
winter snowstorms back to back like what was currently happening.
“Uh,
shit...uhm...” Morgan thought frantically. No, she definitely
didn't want to go back to Ohio. “Portugal!” It was the
first place that popped into her head and she put her palm up to her
face, hoping that she wouldn't regret her choice.
“Alright
dear. Have your things ready. I'll email your itinerary in a few
moments.” Julianne hung up and Morgan fell to her knees on the
carpet in front of the fireplace.
Fuck!
This isn't how it was supposed to go! Morgan's eyes burned with
tears of frustration. Okay, it's only one day early. We just have
to break up today. “This sucks,” she whispered into
the room.
“What
sucks?” Tyler's voice made her jump and it scared the tear
right out of her eye. “Hun, what's wrong?”
“Julianne
just
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