Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff Page A
Authors: Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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your job, but I know you're a person too. I don't know
you too well, but I know that whoever you decide to let put a ring on
your finger is going to be a lucky man. Stay strong, Morgan. Thank
you for a wonderful week.
Ian
Morgan
closed her scrapbook and wiped her eyes. She'd managed a clean
goodbye with no tears and he had to go and pull a dirty trick like
that. She smiled down at her book of secrets, then slid it down into
her bag. Most of the time, she was trying to figure out ways to help
the people around her and there was the sweet Puerto Rican man who'd
been helping her all along. She realized how much he'd actually
helped her when she thought about the week. Every time I was on
the phone, he disappeared. Every time I was in a bad mood, he would
disappear, then make it better. He forced me to talk about it, then
offered advice. If he hadn't given her that time she needed, then
she would never have been able to work things out like she had. Thank
you, Ian.
Despite
what she'd told herself about staying awake, Morgan closed her eyes
and slept the duration of her first flight. It was better than
staying awake and regretting the time she'd spent with Ian. Not Ian,
himself, but the fact he'd paid to have her there and he'd spent most
of his time away from her. She knew he wasn't upset about it though
and that was the only thing that kept her from contacting Julianne
and returning all of his money.
When
they landed in warm Atlanta, Georgia, she woke feeling in a good mood
again and pushed everything from her stay in Puerto Rico behind her.
Her grandmother's words floated through her mind and she had to stay
positive. There was no time to think about clients, good or bad. I'm
in the here and now. Not yesterday, last week or last month. Thinking
about anything but the present would fog her judgment and what she
wanted when she met Clay was a clear mind.
Morgan
held her head high as she walked toward the next terminal that would
take her to Las Vegas. She smiled as her phone alerted her of a text
message, knowing it was likely her Angel. When she read his name
across the screen, she giggled because she was right.
Gio
Vanna White says it's a go on Vegas baby. Did you get the clear from
J-Door? MUTHAFUCKIN VEGAS BOO!
“Oh,
Angel, you are drunk!” She sent a quick text to her
friend, letting him know that she wasn't Cedric, but she was glad he
was excited for Vegas. She also hoped Jordy, obviously nicknamed
J-Door by Angel, would approve. Morgan had just enough time to grab a
cup of coffee and a croissant before her next flight, then she was
off on another four hour trip.
“Excuse
me, could you tell me the time?” Morgan asked one of the flight
attendants as the plane descended upon Vegas. The woman told her it
was a quarter until seven, which meant she'd gained three hours. She
quickly adjusted her watch, and took a deep breath. Morgan's heart
began to race with anticipation, it was a feeling she hadn't felt in
a while and it was nice to be back to herself...the girl who loved
life and looked forward to what lies ahead.
By
the time they landed, she felt like she was ready to take on the
world. Okay, she was ready to take on Mr. Casino Owner, but it was
the almost the same thing. Would he be like Finlay? Or Gio? Do
Casino owners have business meetings? The thought made her hope
not, she didn't want to deal with another client like Kai...but maybe
that was the reason the man had outsourced with Julianne's
service. Oh well. I can act... proper. I've got this shit.
She
got off the plane quickly and easily found her way to baggage claim,
despite the herds of people everywhere. While she waited for her pink
bags to appear on the belt, she decided to check her phone. Two new
messages awaited, both from Angel.
First
one, Sorry, Stick. My ass is drunk as fucking fuck. I love
you!!!!!!!!!!!!! She shook her head back and forth and laughed
out loud at Angel's message. “I love you too.” Before she
looked at the second
you too well, but I know that whoever you decide to let put a ring on
your finger is going to be a lucky man. Stay strong, Morgan. Thank
you for a wonderful week.
Ian
Morgan
closed her scrapbook and wiped her eyes. She'd managed a clean
goodbye with no tears and he had to go and pull a dirty trick like
that. She smiled down at her book of secrets, then slid it down into
her bag. Most of the time, she was trying to figure out ways to help
the people around her and there was the sweet Puerto Rican man who'd
been helping her all along. She realized how much he'd actually
helped her when she thought about the week. Every time I was on
the phone, he disappeared. Every time I was in a bad mood, he would
disappear, then make it better. He forced me to talk about it, then
offered advice. If he hadn't given her that time she needed, then
she would never have been able to work things out like she had. Thank
you, Ian.
Despite
what she'd told herself about staying awake, Morgan closed her eyes
and slept the duration of her first flight. It was better than
staying awake and regretting the time she'd spent with Ian. Not Ian,
himself, but the fact he'd paid to have her there and he'd spent most
of his time away from her. She knew he wasn't upset about it though
and that was the only thing that kept her from contacting Julianne
and returning all of his money.
When
they landed in warm Atlanta, Georgia, she woke feeling in a good mood
again and pushed everything from her stay in Puerto Rico behind her.
Her grandmother's words floated through her mind and she had to stay
positive. There was no time to think about clients, good or bad. I'm
in the here and now. Not yesterday, last week or last month. Thinking
about anything but the present would fog her judgment and what she
wanted when she met Clay was a clear mind.
Morgan
held her head high as she walked toward the next terminal that would
take her to Las Vegas. She smiled as her phone alerted her of a text
message, knowing it was likely her Angel. When she read his name
across the screen, she giggled because she was right.
Gio
Vanna White says it's a go on Vegas baby. Did you get the clear from
J-Door? MUTHAFUCKIN VEGAS BOO!
“Oh,
Angel, you are drunk!” She sent a quick text to her
friend, letting him know that she wasn't Cedric, but she was glad he
was excited for Vegas. She also hoped Jordy, obviously nicknamed
J-Door by Angel, would approve. Morgan had just enough time to grab a
cup of coffee and a croissant before her next flight, then she was
off on another four hour trip.
“Excuse
me, could you tell me the time?” Morgan asked one of the flight
attendants as the plane descended upon Vegas. The woman told her it
was a quarter until seven, which meant she'd gained three hours. She
quickly adjusted her watch, and took a deep breath. Morgan's heart
began to race with anticipation, it was a feeling she hadn't felt in
a while and it was nice to be back to herself...the girl who loved
life and looked forward to what lies ahead.
By
the time they landed, she felt like she was ready to take on the
world. Okay, she was ready to take on Mr. Casino Owner, but it was
the almost the same thing. Would he be like Finlay? Or Gio? Do
Casino owners have business meetings? The thought made her hope
not, she didn't want to deal with another client like Kai...but maybe
that was the reason the man had outsourced with Julianne's
service. Oh well. I can act... proper. I've got this shit.
She
got off the plane quickly and easily found her way to baggage claim,
despite the herds of people everywhere. While she waited for her pink
bags to appear on the belt, she decided to check her phone. Two new
messages awaited, both from Angel.
First
one, Sorry, Stick. My ass is drunk as fucking fuck. I love
you!!!!!!!!!!!!! She shook her head back and forth and laughed
out loud at Angel's message. “I love you too.” Before she
looked at the second
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