Luigi still wasn't amused. “Morgan, I'm going to pack your things, you're leaving. Tonight.”
The words didn't register with her. At least not the first time. Luigi repeated himself and still, she only had a one-word rebuttal. “What?”
“I'm just the messenger, but it appears as if Dante has rekindled something with Ms. Veronica. He doesn't wish to see you when he returns tonight. He wanted me to apologize and wish you the best, but it is time for you to go.”
“So...so...soon? I...I mean, I'm happy for him! That's great...but....wow!” Morgan was at a loss for words. She couldn't honestly say she was upset about leaving. Quite the opposite, but she was genuinely happy for the man and she wished him the best in return.
Dante had spent the whole day with Veronica, and they talked about everything. The fun they used to have, what went wrong, and how both of them had been wanting to talk to the other for months. When it was clear to both of them that their hearts had longed for the other one, Dante knew that he wouldn't make anymore mistakes with Veronica. He certainly didn't want to explain a call girl that was staying with him for the week.
In his heart, Dante couldn't thank Morgan enough for what she had done. He gave Luigi a stack of two thousand dollars and told him to give it to Morgan before she left. It was his way of thanking her, and his way of an apology for sending her on her way. Of course, she would still get paid for the rest of the week, but he felt if anyone deserved a tip, it was Morgan.
When Franco handed her the money, Morgan opened the envelope and took a deep breath. “I can't take this much!” She tried to hand it back, but Luigi pretended that he couldn't hear her. Then a better idea came to her, “Luigi, there was a little old woman on my flight, and I believe she's here in Rome. If I give you her name, could you find her and give her this envelope?” That made him look at her.
“Whatever for?” There was no way he would take on a task such as that without knowing the details. When she explained what happened on the flight, Franco was furious.
“Margarite Tonelli, I know the family name. She should be easy to find.” He took the envelope, and his respect for the young girl grew more than he ever thought possible. Franco also intended to do all he could to get the old woman away from anyone who mistreated her.
Franco wouldn't allow Morgan to assist him pack, as per Dante's orders, so she spent the next hour pacing around the living room of the suite, going over her options. I could stay in Rome and sight see for a few days. No, I can't be seen anywhere near Dante. I could go home and rest, yes, I need rest. But, I could just call Julianne and get another client. No, I need a break! Where would I stay?My apartment is gone...
“Okay, Ms. Holland, everything is in order. I'll call you a cab when you're ready. Dante has requested you be out of the room by nine though, so whatever arrangements you need to make, I suggest doing that now.” Luigi pulled her bags across the floor and set them by the front door.
Arrangements. Shit. Guess I'll go home and see from there. Maybe I'll get another apartment. “Okay, Luigi, go ahead and get me a cab for the airport and I'll be right down,” Morgan instructed Franco. She didn't want him eavesdropping to make it any more awkward.
Morgan did another sweep of her room, making sure Franco had gathered everything, then sat herself on the side of the bed and tried to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath and just as she was about to press the call button, a text came through, A text that lifted the anvil of weight from her shoulder and brought the biggest smile in three days to her face. When do I get to hold you again? Fin.
“Oh, Fin! Soon! Very soon!” With that, Morgan called Julianne and explained the situation to her. “Dante is back with his ex and he doesn't want me around.....no.....I just think he doesn't want to mess this one up. It's really cute actually......yes.....okay.....no, I was actually thinking of going somewhere else.”
Julianne was surprised to hear Morgan wanted to revisit Finlay. Not because Finlay wasn't great, but her words had been, “that's funny. I really thought you'd like Tanner. He's more your type.” Which wasn't untrue. Morgan really did like Tanner. He was a ton of fun, even in a leg cast. But Finlay had already captured her attention.
“Just be careful. Remember, darling, don't get attached. Call me if anything different comes up.” Julianne offered her parting words and hung up the phone. Morgan had barely hit the end-call button before she hit the call button again, this time, Finlay was the recipient.
“The answer to your question depends on how soon you can get me to Scotland.” She didn't even give him a chance to say hello. She heard the click of him answering and spoke before he could.
She explained the situation all over again, a shorter version, but it was clear she was free to leave.
Finlay's heart raced on the other side of the phone. His text had been wishful thinking. To think that he would have her in his arms in a matter of hours was enough to rob him of any sleep he had planned on that night.
He told her he would get her on the next flight available and that he would text her as soon as he knew the time. “I can't wait, lass.”
“Me neither, Fin! Don't be late this time,” Morgan teased before hanging up the phone. When she went downstairs, the cab was already loaded and waiting for her. With a last look at the luxurious hotel she climbed into the back seat.
On the way to the airport, she pulled out her pink scrapbook and turned to the third page. Under Dante's picture, she wrote: Prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. Although, my time with you was cut short, I'll remember you always. You are like me in some ways. I hope you get your fairytale ending.
Chapter Seven
Morgan waited in the lobby of the Da Vinci airport for nearly an hour before Finlay sent her the information. Her flight left another hour after that, and she arrived in Edinburgh by ten thirty that night.
Flying was getting much easier for Morgan, but she still insisted on help from her friends in a cup. With a twist of lime, of course. She also broke the habit of mentally sizing up everyone around her to keep tabs on the people that were most likely to save her in the event of a crash.
She was leaning against the wall beside the luggage belt, waiting for her pink bags to appear, when a pair of large hands wrapped slowly around her waist. She smiled as she kept her eyes on the passing suitcases; “I do hope that you're Fin, but if not, I'm sure I could have fun with you anyway.”
The hands squeezed tighter around her middle, “I'll be the only mon that you'll have fun with, love.” His breath tickled her neck, and his thick accent brought butterflies throughout her belly.
Morgan turned around quickly, and nearly jumped into his arms. “Fin! I've missed you!” Then she added, as she finally let go, “and it's a good thing you weren't late this time, I was already thinking of the punishment that I was going to dish out.” Her light green eyes danced with the love of life that he had missed so much about her. Finlay put his hands on the side of her face, and brought her lips to his.
After a very slow, and toe curling kiss, he let her go. “You can do what ye want, just as long as you're here.” Then he kissed her forehead, and stood beside her to wait for her bags. Morgan looked at the side of his handsome face as they stood together, and she ran her eyes along his strong jaw, wishing they were alone right then.
“You're so handsome.” The words sounded distant, almost as if she were talking to only herself. He looked at her and ran his tongue quickly across his bottom lip. The girl had a way of making him almost nervous. He had been told all of his life that he was handsome, but hearing it from her sounded more real in some way.
They made idle small talk, mostly about Dante and her few days with him. Of course, Finlay didn't want to know intimate details, and Morgan wasn't about to offer any. They had discussed the entire trip by the time Finlay opened the door to the Hummer.
The half hour drive to his home was quiet, and Finlay kept his large hand over hers the entire time. Morgan looked
out the window, remembering the last time that she had seen the view. You won't make me leave this time. I'll stay until I'm ready to go. She smiled at herself, and enjoyed the feeling of having more control over her future. At least, for the next few days anyway.
As they drove around the large fountain in front of his house, Morgan pictured the two of them standing in the cold water. She remembered his face as he slid himself inside of her, and she was tempted to run straight to the stone statue and tempt the large man into doing it again. But it was late, so she promised herself a repeat performance in the near future.
Morgan got out of the tall truck, and jumped to the ground. She walked to the back to help Finlay carry her bags in.
“We'll get them in the mornin'.” His smile told her than she clearly wouldn't need clothes between then and the next day.
He took her hand, and walked her to the front door. As he opened it, William and Wallace nearly ran her over in excitement. “Hi babies! Did you miss me? Did you? I missed you, yes I did!” She dropped to her knees on the porch, and tried to scratch both of their large furry heads at the same time. Finlay crossed his arms in front of his chest and laughed at the circus that the girl brought with her everywhere she went.
When he couldn't wait any longer, he told the party on the porch, “awrite hounds, off ye go! She's mine.” His words were playful, but the, she's mine part hit Morgan right in the chest. She knew it was a figure of speech, but it sounded wonderful to hear just the same.
“Your daddy's a big bully, yes he is. I'll play with your tomorrow.” She gave them one last ear scratch, then stood up. Finlay motioned for the dogs to go into the house, and when the coast was clear, he put his hand at Morgan's back and they walked inside.
Once in the foyer, Finlay closed the door then turned back to Morgan. He walked up to her slowly, and put his hands at her waist. His large body pressed against hers, and he took a step forward which forced her to take a step back. “Are ye hungry?” His eyes held passion, the kind that was about to erupt at any moment.
Morgan smiled and tilted her head to the side in question, “no?”
“Thirsty?” He took another step, and her back was nearly to the wall.
“No?” She put her hands around his neck.
“Is there anythin' ye need that would prevent me from fookin' ye right now?” He pressed his body hard against her, and trapped her against the wall.
“No.”
Finlay's lips came down on hers hard, his hands went directly to her jeans. With very little effort, he had her pants and panties off of her long legs, and in a small pile on the floor.
Once she was naked from the waist down, she reached for his waist to remove his pants as well. But he was already there, unzipping his khaki dress pants. He kicked them off, then let Morgan remove the rest. His large cock bounced as she pulled his underwear off of the prize, then she pulled them down quickly over his thick muscular legs.
When she stood back up, Finlay lifted her from the floor and put her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he brought her up higher to ensure a perfect fit.
He held her there, kissing her neck, until she told him, “I want you inside of me.” Her voice was low, but demanding, and it made his cock jerk in response. He wrapped his fingers around himself, and pushed inside of her with one full thrust. Her pleasure was released in a loud moan that echoed throughout the mostly marble room. She squeezed his waist with her long legs, and pulled him further inside of her.
“Love, I can't last when ye do that.” His admission turned her on even more, and she pulled him harder with her legs as she buried her fingers in his thick dark hair.
“Come for me, Fin. We have all night.” She pulled him hard with each thrust, and felt every muscle in his body tense when he was close to release. “Harder.” She closed her fingers around his hair, and pushed against him as she pulled with her legs. His pace quickened, and she continued to torment him with her response.
His muscles went stiff, then he buried his face into her neck, his breathing distorted as each small eruption filled her body. He remained inside of her for several moments, and she felt his heartbeat inside of her. She felt satisfied, but energized at the same time.
“I hope you don't plan to sleep tonight.” She smiled and waited for him to lift his head.
He laughed, and pulled himself out of her as he set her on the floor. “Ye wee vixen. Nay, I don't imagine either of us will get much sleep this night.”
Finlay bent down and ran his hands down Morgan's smooth legs until he reached her feet. He lifted each foot and put them into her panties and slowly pulled them back up her thighs.
“Maybe I didn't want them back on,” Morgan slid her fingers through his thick hair as he lingered around her sweet spot. The smile across his lips made the fire she had just gotten under control burst into wild flames again. She was already willing to go for round two, but she knew he planned to painfully tease her.
“What would ye like?” She could feel the hot breath of his words against her thigh.
“I...yes.” Morgan's fingers curled tighter in his hair as his tongue traced the edge of her panties. “Take them off.”
Finlay didn't obey. He put his large hands at her hips and made a line of soft kisses across her slender waist. Morgan pushed her hips forward, she wanted to feel his tongue where she needed it most.
“Please, Fin.” The teasing man slid his thumbs between the fabric and her skin and as he began to pull at the little pink panties, Morgan's stomach growled ferociously.
Finlay's look told her that he wasn't going to let it go. It was in his nature to take care of a woman, and those needs could be taken care of after she ate. She expelled a long sigh in frustration with her demanding stomach. Finlay stood and pushed the stray blonde strands of hair from the beauty's face and gave her a sweet kiss that made her hate her stomach all the more.
“We may not sleep much tonight, but ye will be having to eat something, love,” Finlay told her as he picked her up. She giggled all the way to the kitchen as he carried her between his arms. After another kiss, he set her down on the cool wooden stool and walked to the other side of the island.
“How about spaghetti?” Finlay offered, as he began rummaging his cabinets.
“Oh, no, no, no! I mean, no thank you, I don't want spaghetti!” She was sure that the authentic Italian spaghetti was perfect and delicious to the Italians, but it wasn't her cup o' tea. It was one food that she promised herself she'd to stick to the American version of from then on.
“Aye, that's right. You're probably tired of pasta. Okay, let me see...” Morgan's eyes followed him around the kitchen, every little movement made his muscles dance. God, is he sexy. She was already looking forward to touching every one of them again. Especially the muscle between his le....
“Omelette?” Finlay interrupted her daydreaming.
“Yes, that sounds great!” She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten eggs, and at the moment, they sounded like the perfect meal. Morgan continued watching the Scot as he prepared her meal. She had never seen anyone make a spatula look so good.
Morgan had never been much of a cook. Her mom never cooked, so it wasn't something that was passed down and in her little apartment, she never really had the need to prepare anything fancier than a roasted chicken. She hoped Finlay could teach her a bit over the next few days, including, but not limited to, cooking.
Finlay slid the half-circle of eggs onto a plate and pushed it across the island for Morgan. “Thank you, Fin. This looks amazing!”
“You're welcome, lass.” He came around to her side of the island and pulled up a stool next to her. The touch of his knee against hers was enough to send an electric current through her body. Never had she found a man who got her heart pumping with just a slight, innocent, touch.
“So, what did you do with Dante?” Finlay asked.
“Uhm, well, first I got on top an
d then I,” Morgan began. She put her hands near her chest and pumped them as she pushed her hips forward on the chair, then back again. Knowing that wasn't what he meant, she burst out laughing.
“Lass, I don't want tae know what ye did with him.”
Morgan giggled and shoved another cheesy bite into her mouth. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to fight back a smile and Morgan wondered if he was jealous. “Don't worry, Fin. You're better,” she reassured him.
“Oh, am I?” He dug his knuckles into her side and she fought off the tickle attack, nearly landing herself on the floor.
“Well, we didn't really do anything. I didn't get to see any of Rome. I mean, I told you how he kept me in the office, then it poured rain when I did have the chance to go out. I wish I could have taken you up on being my personal tour guide. At least It looked beautiful from the cab.” Morgan stabbed a bite of eggs and pushed it in a circle around her plate before sticking it in her mouth. She still hated the idea she could never see anything. “Do you think you could show me a bit of the town?”
“Aye, lass. That I can do. Not tomorrow though,” he answered her.
“Why's that?”
“Because I plan on staying in bed and holding you all day.”
Morgan liked that answer. It was better than any castle she could have seen, or any shop she could have bought something she didn't need. Although, she very much hoped they would revisit the castle, since the first time hadn't gone quite as planned. The fountain was also on her list of places to check back on.
Chapter Eight
“Morning angel,” Finlay bent over the bed and whispered to Morgan, giving her a soft kiss on her shoulder.
She opened her eyes, then squinted to see the handsome man hovering over her. “You smell so good,” the half-asleep girl whispered, then stretched her legs until her toes escaped the end of the blanket. She almost leaned up to kiss him right then and there, but remembered...shit, I need my bag! I can't kiss him with morning breath!
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