Page 69 of Under Her

“Sure,” she answers. “I could eat something.”

Okay, so food first and questions later.

And there will be questions. Because, now that I know for sure she wants me, I’m not letting her get away.

We end up in a bar that serves local food, as we couldn’t get a table at any of the restaurants we tried. But the menu looks good, and they serve beer, so it works for me.

I honestly don’t care where I am so long as I’m with Morgan.

Look at me turning into a sappy fuck.

We take a table in the back. I pick up the menu and browse over it. It’s all written in Thai, so Morgan translates for me.

“How come you learned Thai?” I ask her.

It’s just not your conventional language. Most people in business learn Spanish or Mandarin.

She shrugs. “I speak Spanish, French, and Mandarin as well.”

I stare at her, stunned. “You speak four foreign languages?”

“I’m not fully fluent in Thai. I only started learning it a few years back when I knew I would be coming here. And I guess I’m just a fast learner.” She shrugs again, like it’s no big deal.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I tell her. The words are out before I can stop them. But they are the truth.

And the way her cheeks turn pink as a shy look crosses her face tells me that I just did the right thing.

“Say something to me in all those languages.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, biting down on a smile.

“Come on, Morgan.” I put my elbows on the table and lean forward. “You know you want to.”

Mirroring me, she puts her elbows on the table and moves in close. My breath catches at her nearness.

“No, I really don’t.”

“Spoilsport.”

I pout, and she laughs.

“Guess I’ll just have to get you drunk and try again later.” I grin and sit back in my seat.

“Yeah. Good luck with that.” She chuckles and then stands up. “I’m gonna use the restroom. Back in a minute.”

“You want me to order for you?”

She pauses and glances down at the menu on the table. Then, she lifts her eyes to mine. “Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

I watch her walk away, her ass swaying as she goes.

God, I need to have that ass in my hands and bury my face between those gorgeous legs of hers.

No sex thoughts, Cross.

You need to figure out what’s going on in her mind before you can even get to sex.

Slow. Slow.