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Roque’s eyes went wide, and she grabbed his free hand. “Oh, no. How can I make it better?”
Morgan bent forward and tapped his cheek. “A kiss should do the trick.”
After receiving a smacking kiss, Morgan straightened and smiled down at the woman. “Thank you, sweetheart, for caring so much about me. But you need to worry about your Daddy and not me. Let me get my stuff and find someone to cover my DM duties and we can go get some dinner.”
“Yay!” Roque cheered as Morgan stepped into his office.
He grabbed his wallet, phone, and jacket before rejoining the group. “Let’s go.”
Roque took his hand in the one not holding Viking’s and led him out of the club and to their waiting limousine. “And over dinner, you can tell me all about the lady, so I know how to help you win her heart.”
Chapter Nine
Zoe was ready for brunch early, thankful she was not on clinic call for the weekend since this would be the precise moment a page would sound calling her to the office for an emergency. Instead, she was studying herself in the mirror she had hung on the back of the bathroom door, wondering if she should change yet again.
She had been worrying about what to wear since getting out of the town car Morgan had sent her home in almost thirty-six hours before. She had decided to go dressy casual with dark-gray leggings and black mid-heel knee-high boots. On top she wore a deep-burgundy poet shirt that had been advertised online as a dress. When she got it and put it on the first time, she found there was no way she could wear this as a dress without flashing her ass every time she bent over.
She had even gone so far as to take extra time to style her hair and put on the little bit of makeup she usually wore to work.
“Well, this is as good as it’s going to get,” she muttered as she opened the door and left the bathroom just as the buzzer rang.
Hurrying through the apartment, she hit the button to open the front door before sliding her phone into the small crossbody purse she used most of the time. It was just big enough to carry her micro-wallet, phone, a tube of lip balm, and keys. Everything else was in the messenger bag she carried with her to work every day, but rarely when she went anywhere else.
After dropping the strap of the tiny purse over her head, she grabbed her coat. She was just slipping it on when a firm knock sounded at the door. Not having a peephole, she opened the door and smiled in welcome.
A moment later, her smile faded as he frowned down at her. He then turned around and checked her neighbor’s door and the others up and down the hall.
“You don’t have a peephole. Even though this is a security building, you should have a peephole to make sure you’re opening the door to the right person.”
“And good morning to you,” she said, stepping into the hall, trying not to be offended by his lack of a greeting.
After pulling her door closed, she used her key to lock the deadbolt and then tucked the keys into her bag while she checked Morgan’s appearance. He was wearing black jeans and cowboy boots with a leather bomber jacket, which told her nothing about where they were going.
“I’m sorry. Good morning, bunny,” he pulled her in for a hug and kiss on her temple. “It’s just that security is my business and this building sucks.”
Zoe decided to ignore his comments. This was the best apartment she could find within her budget, and it had the added convenience of being only a few blocks from the clinic.
Stepping back, she opened her jacket. “Am I dressed all right or do I need to change into something else?”
She knew the rules. Men could wear jeans and a T-shirt for any occasion and not be looked at twice. A woman, on the other hand, needed to be dressed for every occasion. At the last two weddings she had attended, the bride wore thousands of dollars of lace, tulle, and satin while the groom wore blue jeans and a white Oxford button down and a suede vest.
Morgan looked her up and down with a smile that had her nipples beading. “You look perfect. But I do have to apologize. I hope you don’t mind that our intimate brunch has turned into a group thing.”
Zoe swallowed hard before whispering. “A group thing?”
“Roque heard we were having brunch and insisted that she and Viking join us. Then before I could say no, she invited Santee and Bjorn along as well.”
“Oh, well… um…” Zoe stammered, not sure how to respond.
She had been nervous enough just thinking about spending time and trying to get to know Morgan. Now to add four other people to the mix. Could she handle that?
She knew of the four from working the club but knew nothing of them outside Club N2’s walls. But if she was going to get to know Morgan and maybe build a D/s friendship with the man, if not more, she probably needed to get to know his friends as well.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Brunch with your friends sounds like fun.”
“Are you sure? I can call Bjorn and have them go on without us, and I’ll call another car so we can go somewhere else.” He looked just hesitant enough that her own confidence grew.
“No, let’s go have brunch with your friends. It will be fine.”
