She makes the executive decision that fucking me into the mattress is a good enough reason to delay the packing, so at least she rates this bed as adequate for that purpose.
I pack my suitcase as Morgan gets breakfast delivered.
Egg and Bacon are a bit confused to go back in their carriers, but they’re good sports, and I spend the whole car ride feeding them treats and assuring them that they’re not goingback to the pound.
The car pulls into a private garage that also connects to the apartment’s private elevator, and Morgan insists on carrying both cats, leaving my hands free.
At the top floor, the elevator doors slide open, we step out, and I stop short.
There is somethingverydifferent about the apartment other than that it’s no longer an ongoing party.
Empty shelves now line the walls, and the designer decor is interspersed with structures that look like modern art with wooden leaves radiating out of iron stems and hollow spheres balanced on delicate metal legs.
“Is this…catfurniture?”
Morgan nods, leaning down and opening the two carriers. Egg and Bacon warily emerge, sniffing intently. Egg jumps right into one of the hollow spheres, continuing to survey the room from the safety of his cave.
“How did you… when was there time to…”
“I hired a consultant,” Morgan says with a shrug. “Gave them a blank check. There’s more coming—this is what they could set up overnight.”
I laugh, but I’m on the verge of tears. Happy tears. “They are going to be the most spoiled weird little shelter catsever.”
“Not as spoiled as you’re going to be,” she purrs as she pins me against the wall with a hungry kiss.
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Morgan wants to have the wedding just before the next full moon, which means it’s all of three weeks out.
At first, I’m comforted by this because I figure it can’t be too extravagant.
Monday takes me back into the office—I still have a job, after all, engaged to the CEO or not. Morgan assures me she’ll take care of everything with HR.
I don’t succeed at focusing much in the morning, so I’m hoping my afternoon caffeine with Eileen will get me back on track.
Given that she’s doing the wedding planning, she doesn’t exactly help get my mind off of Morgan.
Her eyes twinkle. “You’re going to love it! I can’t tell youanything, of course, except you’re going to love it.”
“It can’t betooover-the-top, right? Aren’t those crazy weddings planned, like, two years out?”
“Millionairesplan years out,” she informs me. “Billionaires don’t have to.Anythingcan show up tomorrow… for a rush fee.”
My eyes widen as I process the implications. “What about booking a venue? Please,pleasepromise me we’re not canceling anyone else’s event.”
“Of course not. Though, Morgan totally would. But millionaires book venues. Billionairesownvenues. And don’t worry. We’ve got the perfect one.”
I take a deep drink of my latte. “Promise to never,evershow me the budget.”
Eileen winks. “Pinky promise.”
We hook our little fingers and seal the deal.
She doesn’t tell me the budget—or anything else. I remain totally in the dark, and those next three weeks fly by.
And then it’s time.
Chapter 52
