Take Me (Take a Chance 4)

He ignored her. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

She snatched the phone out of his hand and bolted across the room. She put it on speakerphone just in time to catch Mike’s friend saying, “…wanted to.”

“You’re on speakerphone,” Morgan said, holding the phone out between her and Mike. Mike crossed the room, still naked, and scowled at her. “What’s your name again?”

“Alistair, but you can call me Al,” a male voice said. “Nice to talk to you again, Morgan.”

“Uh, yeah. Right back atcha.” Not that she remembered meeting him at all. Morgan pursed her lips. “Now, tell us who asked who to get married. And even more importantly, is this a legal marriage?”

Al clucked his tongue. “Well…yeah. It’s legal. You both wanted to make sure it held up under the laws.”

Mike groaned and sank to the bed, his forehead on his hand. “Just fucking great. Did it ever occur to you to try and stop me?”

“I tried.” Al laughed. “You were quite adamant that you marry Morgan. I even have it filmed to prove it.”

“See?” Morgan’s grip tightened on the phone, triumph going straight to her head and making the room spin. “I told you that you asked me.”

Mike scowled at her. “Fuck that.”

“I knew I wouldn’t have wanted to—”

Al cleared his throat. “Uh, actually? You asked him. But he said yes right away.”

The phone dropped from her hand, hitting the plush carpet. “No.”

“Wait.” Mike leapt to his feet, his eyes glowing and his face flushed. “She asked me?”

“Yeah.” Al’s voice was muffled from the carpet. “She did. But you enthusiastically said yes. Said it was the best idea ever because you two were the same.”

“Nice to know I’m right. It’s a great way to start our marriage.” Mike, of course, ignored that last part about him enthusiastically agreeing to the idea. “Thanks.”

“I have a DVD for you at my place. It’s from the wedding,” Al said.

Mike shuddered at the word wedding. Actually shuddered. “Yeah. Burn it.”

“But—?”

“Bye.” Mike hung up. Morgan swallowed hard and met his eyes. He stared at her with a burning, possessive heat she could never describe in a million years. “So…?”

She lifted her chin. She refused to back down or admit she was wrong. “Just because he says I asked doesn’t mean I did.”

“Why would he lie?” He took a step toward her. “What possible reason could he have to do that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because he’s your buddy?” She shrugged, forcing herself to ignore the fact that he was creeping closer. “Some form of bro-code or something?”

“He didn’t lie. He never does.” He stopped directly in front of her. Since she was sitting and he was standing, she was eye-level with his penis. His large, very hard penis. “And neither do I.”

“Whatever.” She licked her lips. “Can you please put some clothes on?”

He picked up a piece of her hair, playing with the damp curl. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll get dressed

if…” He trailed off and cupped her chin, tilting her face up toward him.

All sorts of dirty images flashed before her eyes. Images of him demanding sexual favors in return for him clothing himself. And if that’s what he wanted, then hell yeah, she was up for that. When he didn’t finish the sentence, she asked, “If what?”