Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff Page B
Authors: Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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message, she saw her bags coming and stuffed her
phone into her back pocket so she could grab her things. There was no
sign of Clayton, even five minutes later when she was finding herself
a place near the back wall. She didn't want to stand in the middle of
baggage claim with a sea of pink around her, so she'd just wait for
her client off to the side. Another quick glance around her, still no
Clay, so she pulled her phone out once again and propped herself
against the wall.
I
know your ass still hasn't landed in Brussel Sprouts, but I miss you
already baby. PoPolicious has been calling your name since you left.
Call me when you get in. I've got some good news. “Angel,
Angel, Angel. I am so happy for you.” She knew he'd sent the
wrong message to her again, but she didn't bother telling him. Angel
was smart, he'd figure it out, even if he was drunk. Morgan spent a
few moments, looking at the picture of Angel on her phone. What
would I do without you? She loved her best friend so much. She
smiled back at the screen, to the photo of the man with the unruly
curls, cascading to his shoulders. I swear, if you weren't gay...
Morgan
giggled again at her thoughts, then just as she was about to put her
phone away, another message came through.
I'm
glad you're safe, you sexy fuck. J sounds worse than G...get him some
Midol and a box of chocolate...I still need you to call a bitch when
he ain't up your ass. Oh, and I forgot to ask...when your ring gets
here,.do you want me to hold on to it until Vegas or you want me to
send the fucker back to you before then?
Morgan's
mouth fell open in horror. “YOUR... ring? HIS..... ring?”
Her heel that had been propped up on the wall came down with a loud
click as white-hot fury enveloped her body. It was all a game, it was
Cedric's ring. “You're fucking kidding me!”
“Excuse
me?” Morgan's eyes shot up quickly. The man in a pristine black
business suit wasn't her client and she had no interest in hearing
what he had to say.
“What?”
Her voice sounded nothing like her own, but she didn't care.
“You're
Morgan Holland?” the man asked.
“Yeah,”
she snapped back.
“You're
under arrest.”
Fuck!
Clay set me up!
Nevada
Book
Twenty-Two
Chapter
One
“ I...I
haven't...” Morgan's mouth hung open in shock as the man moved
to her side. He reached for her arm and she pulled away quickly,
recoiling against the wall. Her eyes darted around the room, so many
people, yet nobody was looking in her direction. Not that it would
help, if she were being arrested, who would stand against a police
officer?
“ Don't
make a scene,” the tall man told her, his tone stern and
intimidating. Again, he reached for her arm and Morgan didn't try to
pull away that time. What could she do? Run? No, I won't run, but
I sure as hell won't be going to jail! Morgan brought her
eyebrows together tightly and scoffed as the man's hand wrapped
tighter than necessary around her arm. He kept his grip, turned his
head and snapped his fingers, then another man who she hadn't noticed
behind the first, walked toward her side.
“ Look,
I haven't done anything wrong! Who are you?” The second man
took her purse right from her shoulder as she was questioning the
first man. “You can't take that! Give me my bag!” Her
eyes followed him, and the second man was gathering the rest of her
luggage. Morgan couldn't even think, her mind was numb as the
realization came to a head. In a mindless action, she'd put her phone
into her purse when the man had first asked her name. Fuck! She
was being arrested and there was nothing she could do about it, not
even call for help.
She
felt a tug on her arm and faced forward again. Man number one had
begun to walk and that was her cue to keep up pace or she'd likely be
dragged right through the Las Vegas airport.
She
kept her mouth closed all the way through the parking lot, up to the
point of reaching a solid black car with deeply tinted windows. “I'm
not getting in
phone into her back pocket so she could grab her things. There was no
sign of Clayton, even five minutes later when she was finding herself
a place near the back wall. She didn't want to stand in the middle of
baggage claim with a sea of pink around her, so she'd just wait for
her client off to the side. Another quick glance around her, still no
Clay, so she pulled her phone out once again and propped herself
against the wall.
I
know your ass still hasn't landed in Brussel Sprouts, but I miss you
already baby. PoPolicious has been calling your name since you left.
Call me when you get in. I've got some good news. “Angel,
Angel, Angel. I am so happy for you.” She knew he'd sent the
wrong message to her again, but she didn't bother telling him. Angel
was smart, he'd figure it out, even if he was drunk. Morgan spent a
few moments, looking at the picture of Angel on her phone. What
would I do without you? She loved her best friend so much. She
smiled back at the screen, to the photo of the man with the unruly
curls, cascading to his shoulders. I swear, if you weren't gay...
Morgan
giggled again at her thoughts, then just as she was about to put her
phone away, another message came through.
I'm
glad you're safe, you sexy fuck. J sounds worse than G...get him some
Midol and a box of chocolate...I still need you to call a bitch when
he ain't up your ass. Oh, and I forgot to ask...when your ring gets
here,.do you want me to hold on to it until Vegas or you want me to
send the fucker back to you before then?
Morgan's
mouth fell open in horror. “YOUR... ring? HIS..... ring?”
Her heel that had been propped up on the wall came down with a loud
click as white-hot fury enveloped her body. It was all a game, it was
Cedric's ring. “You're fucking kidding me!”
“Excuse
me?” Morgan's eyes shot up quickly. The man in a pristine black
business suit wasn't her client and she had no interest in hearing
what he had to say.
“What?”
Her voice sounded nothing like her own, but she didn't care.
“You're
Morgan Holland?” the man asked.
“Yeah,”
she snapped back.
“You're
under arrest.”
Fuck!
Clay set me up!
Nevada
Book
Twenty-Two
Chapter
One
“ I...I
haven't...” Morgan's mouth hung open in shock as the man moved
to her side. He reached for her arm and she pulled away quickly,
recoiling against the wall. Her eyes darted around the room, so many
people, yet nobody was looking in her direction. Not that it would
help, if she were being arrested, who would stand against a police
officer?
“ Don't
make a scene,” the tall man told her, his tone stern and
intimidating. Again, he reached for her arm and Morgan didn't try to
pull away that time. What could she do? Run? No, I won't run, but
I sure as hell won't be going to jail! Morgan brought her
eyebrows together tightly and scoffed as the man's hand wrapped
tighter than necessary around her arm. He kept his grip, turned his
head and snapped his fingers, then another man who she hadn't noticed
behind the first, walked toward her side.
“ Look,
I haven't done anything wrong! Who are you?” The second man
took her purse right from her shoulder as she was questioning the
first man. “You can't take that! Give me my bag!” Her
eyes followed him, and the second man was gathering the rest of her
luggage. Morgan couldn't even think, her mind was numb as the
realization came to a head. In a mindless action, she'd put her phone
into her purse when the man had first asked her name. Fuck! She
was being arrested and there was nothing she could do about it, not
even call for help.
She
felt a tug on her arm and faced forward again. Man number one had
begun to walk and that was her cue to keep up pace or she'd likely be
dragged right through the Las Vegas airport.
She
kept her mouth closed all the way through the parking lot, up to the
point of reaching a solid black car with deeply tinted windows. “I'm
not getting in
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