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“Yes, Ms Montgomery,” he said, saluting comically before walking towards the restaurant.
There were too many people waiting at the lift. Several people invited her to go first, but she just smiled and said, “I’m in no rush. You go ahead.” It wouldn’t do Morgan any harm to have to wait just a little longer. Alex enjoyed the idea of her lover getting herself all worked up with Francine and needing an outlet for her frustrations.
Morgan was just the right amount of submissive to match her own slightly dominant streak, but not too submissive that she couldn’t make decisions and take the lead where necessary. This was something Alex realised she’d been missing in every other relationship” someone who challenged her. It was something she was relishing.
Opening the door to the apartment, Alex could hear classical music playing. She recognised the song as one by Einaudi and liked its soothing melody. It was a good choice, she thought.
Kicking off her shoes, she unbuttoned her shirt as she walked towards the bedroom. She couldn’t deny that Morgan’s presence in her life right now was a godsend.
The sound of the door swishing against the carpet as she opened it was forgotten in a moment, as soon as she laid eyes onthe bed and the naked form lying on her side, head resting on a palm at the end of a bent elbow.
“You took forever,” Morgan complained with a smile as she rolled onto her back, arms raising above her head to stretch out her torso, breasts pushing higher as her back arched and her legs fell apart, an invitation.
Alex raised an interested brow.
“Maybe next time, I’ll take longer.”
Shrugging her shirt off of her shoulders, Alex slowly unbuttoned her trousers, enjoying the way Morgan watched, fidgeting around a little on the bed as her need to be dealt with grew.
In just her underwear, Alex climbed onto the bed to join her lover.
“I’m sorry Francine has been hard on you.” She settled on her knees at the bottom of the bed and raised one of Morgan’s feet, massaging the sole with her fingers. “And I know that right now, you really want me to put my mouth on you.”
Morgan sagged and groaned. “No buts about it…”
“But…” Alex grinned down at her and swapped feet. “Well, firstly, we don’t have time for me to do that justice. Nancy and Gert will be here in twenty minutes for hair and make-up, but more importantly…” She placed the foot down and crawled up the lithe body, skin against skin, until they were face to face, lips barely an inch apart as she said, “I want you to remain in this state. Needy, and wanting.” Her lips brushed Morgan’s and elicited a groan. Her hips tried to rise up and press against Alex. ”Because when I come off that stage tonight, and we get back here with you wearing that dress. I am going to spend the entirenight doing all manner of things to this body until you plead with me to stop.”
“Damn it,” Morgan complained. “But you said you were going to relax me now.”
The whine was somewhat cute, Alex thought, but wouldn’t admit it out loud.
“I am, turn over,” she said, raising up to make room for Morgan to turn.
Knitted brows and pursed lips made Alex finally chuckle. But Morgan did as she was told and shuffled herself over until she was prone on the bed, and Alex straddled her backside, warm palms against her shoulder blades.
“What about your fingers?” Morgan suddenly realised a massage was coming. “You can’t overwork them.”
Leaning down, speaking against her ear, Alex whispered, “Consider it a warm-up.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
When Morgan finally looked in the mirror, she was stunned into silence. Not to be vain, but she knew she was an attractive enough woman by society's standards; however, she’d never quite mastered the art of make-up, past slapping some basic eyeshadow and mascara on.
This vision of herself in the mirror was something otherworldly, like she was looking at someone else completely.
Nancy stood behind her grinning, understanding the look she’d seen on many a face over the years when someone was stunned into silence.
Having wheeled the vanity station in not more than thirty minutes ago, Morgan was amazed at the transformation as her fingers deftly touched her face to check if it was real, or just a mask that would slip the moment she stepped in front of the cameras.
“Don’t worry, it’s all you. Like it?” Nancy asked, pressing her lips together and tapping her foot in anticipation. She’d never had a client yet tell her to do it again, so she was pretty confident.
“Nancy, it’s…” Morgan leaned forward towards the mirror again, turning her face from side to side. “It’s really me?”
“Yep.” Nancy glanced through the mirror over their shoulders to the door that was opening, and they both watched as Alex came out of her room, adjusting the cuffs of her shirt.They were a crisp white and ironed perfectly. Gert stood in the doorway with the hairdryer in her hand, like a female James Bond with a gun.
When Alex looked up and saw the image of Morgan in front of her, she stopped in her tracks, head tilting slowly to the side as she studied her.
“What do you think?” Morgan asked. Standing up, she turned, still wearing her robe with her hair wrapped in a towel.
