It’s Tuesday … you know what that means, don’t you? It’s time to tease you with something cooking in our WIP. As always, this is a draft, unedited and prone to change or even removal from the final release.
Let’s see what you make of this!
Morgan took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the restaurant.
You can do this!
She stepped inside and paused to scan the dimly lit room.
There! She spotted David as he half-rose to his feet to catch her attention and Morgan headed over to his table.
“You came!” David smiled, stood and moved around to pull out the chair for her. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
“I wasn’t sure, either,” Morgan admitted, and settled onto the seat. She forced herself not to tense while he was behind her or glance over her shoulder to check his location.
“You look beautiful,” he told her as he returned to his own seat.
“Thank you.” The compliment eased her tension a little. She had made an effort, picking out clothes she wouldn’t normally wear – a red dress that moulded itself to her body like a second skin, spaghetti straps leaving her arms bare, and the hem ending at mid thigh. She’s paired the dress with a pair of heeled shoes in a matching colour. Her hair was down, out of its customary pony-tail, falling almost to her waist, inky black and straight. She’d taken time over her make-up – something she rarely did — and a matching set of platinum earrings, bangles and necklace finished the look. “You look very nice, too.” She tried to put as much warmth into the words as she could.
He did look good. An expensive suit covered a well-maintained physique. His dark hair was cut short, he was clean-shaven and she could smell the cologne he was wearing. A nice subtle blend that didn’t have her eyes tearing up.
She picked up the menu and studied it. “Have you decided what you want?” she asked him.
“I have. Shall I order for both of us?”
Morgan resisted the urge to tell him she could pick her own food, and nodded. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
David ordered food – Morgan didn’t hear what — and a bottle of wine and they sat in awkward silence.
“You’re uncomfortable.” David finally spoke up, and Morgan lifted her eyes to look at him.
“I’m sorry, I’m not used to … doing this.”
“This? Having dinner?”
“I don’t really socialise all that much.” She cast her eyes around the restaurant and froze, her gaze landing on the back of a dark-blonde head. “I – I’m just going to Ladies Room to freshen up before our food arrives,” she said, and rose to her feet abruptly.
Inside the bathroom, Morgan checked to make sure no one else was in there then leaned against the countertop. Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath.
“You can do this,” she told herself. “You can have dinner, be good company and act normal.”
“No, you can’t.” The unexpected response coincided with two hands landing on her hips. Eyes flying open, they collided with the reflection of piercing blue ones.
“Taz!” His name left her lips in a shocked whisper.
“What are you doing, Anna?” He stepped closer, the hands on her hips tightening their hold.
Morgan could feel the warmth radiating from his body down her back and her own body responded to his closeness immediately. Heat pooled between her thighs, her nipples beaded and her breathing quickened.
She saw Taz smile in the mirror and his head lowered, eyes never wavering from hers. He placed a kiss on her throat, right over her racing pulse.
“What are you doing Anna?” he repeated his question, softly. “I’ve given you space, given you time. You need to come home.”
“I can’t go home.” Morgan’s voice was little more than a whisper.
“Why not?” She could feel the roughness of his stubble against her skin as he kissed his way up her throat.
She let her eyes slide closed and sighed. “Because you’re not there.”
Taz didn’t reply, and between one breath and the next she felt the warmth of him disappear. Opening her eyes, she found herself alone in the bathroom.
“You’re going crazy,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror.
Well now.… I see this one raising some questions, don’t you?