Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

3

Morgan’s phone goes to voicemail, for the fourth time. I fight the urge to throw my cell phone across the room, opting instead to drop it on the bed and put my fist through the wall.

“I see Morgan still isn’t answering your calls.” Taylor walks out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist. “You know, they are going to make us pay for that,” he says motioning toward the hole I just put in the wall.

We arrived in Shawnee yesterday around dinnertime. I was hoping to be able to at least have a conversation with Morgan, maybe some one-on-one time since we haven’t seen each other in what feels like forever. Instead, I seem to be having an intimate conversation with her voicemail box.

“I’ll tear down and rebuild this entire city if I have too. Morgan has no idea who she is messing with.” I turn toward the bed and grab my cell phone. I open my contacts and search for Morgan’s number. Once I find it, I get ready to hit send but my phone begins to ring.

“You have explaining to do, Cookie,” I growl into the phone. “You are one lucky little girl. If we were home, I would have you over my knee right now, paddling your bottom until it’s nice and red.”

I can hear her breathing heavily on the other end, egging me on to continue. “We both know how much you love when I paddle your bottom. Is your pussy dripping wet for me, Morgan?”

I wait patiently for her to answer. “Morgan?” Did I have a conversation with a ghost?

Pulling the phone back from my ear, I check to make sure she is still on the other line.

“Theo, I am glad to know that my daughter is so well … taken care of in the bedroom. However, as her mother, I honestly do not need to know about these things.”

Fuck! I was worried about making a good impression on her parents when I met them at some point in time today, now I have apparently explained my bedroom habits to her mother.

“I apologize, Mrs. O’Connor. I was under the impression that I was speaking with your daughter.” I wait, hoping she will say something or better yet give the phone to Morgan. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?”

Who better to explain to me what the fuck is going on with Morgan than her own mother? “The thing is Theo; I am not one to meddle. However, my daughter has her head stuck so far up her ass that I doubt she knows what she is doing now.”

“I’m not sure I’m following you, Mrs. O’Connor.”

“Call me Debbie. I believe after you threatening to paddle my bottom, we are on a first-name basis.”

I have to make sure Taylor never hears about this conversation; I look in his general direction and notice him hiding a smirk behind a copy of the Shawnee Gazette. I doubt there is anything in the paper keeping him that amused.

“All right, Debbie. I am fully aware that Morgan is avoiding me. The bigger question is why?” Debbie seems like a straight and to the point woman, no sense beating around the bush any longer.

“I like you, Theo. However, I’m not one to meddle. I am going to tell you that my daughter is on her way to your hotel to decorate the bridal suite for her best friend’s nuptials tomorrow. Lucky for you, she decided to leave her cell phone here so she wouldn’t be tempted to call you while she was there.”

A grin spreads across my face. “I know you aren’t one to meddle, but did you happen to make that suggestion to her, Debbie?” I can tell this woman may just be my new partner in crime.

“I quite possibly did, but I also may have copied your number from the phone before she woke up this morning, just in case. Now stop wasting our time, Morgan should be there already.”

“Thank you, Debbie.”

“You’re welcome. Next time call me Momma,” she responds hanging up before I can get a word in. I take a seat on the bed, resting my forearms on my knees.

“Morgan has been avoiding me.”

“We both know that, Captain Obvious. The question of the day is why?” Taylor finally cuts the charade of reading the paper, turning to give me his full attention.

“Debbie did say she didn’t want to meddle, but Morgan is going to be here setting up the bridal suite for Rachael and Liam’s wedding tomorrow.”

“Gotta love those southern mothers and their need to be in everyone’s business.”

We both sit there staring at each other. I’m not too sure of my next move. When Morgan left San Diego, I would have said our relationship was strong and in a good place. Now, I feel like whatever she is hiding will change everything.

“What the fuck are you still sitting here for! Get your ass up and go get your girl,” Taylor shouts, standing from the chair. “If you sit here and worry about everything that could go wrong, you are going to miss your chance to see her and that just means the longer you will have to wait for answers.”

Nodding my head in response, I stand from the bed, shove my phone in my back pocket and head for the room door. “Don’t wait up.”

“Oh, I won’t. I’ll have booze and a return flight home scheduled for when you get back, we will be either celebrating or commiserating.” I can hear Taylor chuckling as the door shuts behind me.