“Did you even let anyone know where you were headed?”
Sitting up, Morgan grabbed the comforter, pulling it around her, her gaze disgruntled. “No, and don’t lecture me. After my mother’s tirade about how irresponsible and selfish it would be of me to end my engagement over such a petty reason, followed by her usual spiel of how lucky I was to have someone like Joel willing to marry me, my only thought was to get away as fast as I could.”
She was mad and hurt, which Jack could understand, but from the insistent peals of her phone coming from her bag, he thought it best if she answered her calls. Tossing her another one of his flannel shirts, he instructed, “Check your phone messages while I go downstairs. We have a small ski shop that should have something for you.”
When Jack returned ten minutes later, Morgan was wearing the shirt he had given her and was talking to her mother on the phone.
“Someone I’ve known for years, Mother, and no I’m not going to tell you anything else.” She paused while listening to her mother go on and on about her responsibilities, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “I don’t care. Then fire me, I hate that job anyway.”
Jack refrained from grabbing the phone and giving Kathleen Tomlinson a piece of his mind, something he had managed to keep from doing all these years. He could literally see the pleasure he wrought from Morgan only moments ago being obliterated by her mother’s words, words he knew were calculated to demean her only child, belittle her self worth so she would cave and do their bidding willingly.
“I’m going to stay as long as I want, Mother. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to come home, but no matter when that is, I’m not marrying Joel. You’ll just have to get your merger another way.”
Tears filled her eyes at whatever her mother said next making Jack stride over to her, ready to grab the phone. Morgan shook her head and turned away from him. “You do what you have to. But so will I. Good bye.”
“Morgan,” Jack reached for her, but she stepped back.
“I’m fine Jack. Let’s go skiing.”
Her bright smile was fake, but Jack knew a good way to cheer her up. “After a shower and a little grooming.”
Chapter Four
Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered while reaching into the huge shower to turn on the water.
“I think that’s your favorite word,” Morgan grumbled, her pleasure from finally having sex with Jack diminished by her conversation with her mother. “What if I don’t want to?” She felt she was justified in taking her irritation out on him since he was the one who had insisted she answer her phone, something she had successfully avoided doing for the past twenty four hours.
Jack raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Then you’ll suffer the consequences. Strip, Morgan.”
His tone had hardened, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to clench, which just pissed her off more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she just glared back at him. She didn’t know why she was defying him, especially since she wanted to get naked with him again. As always, her mother’s condescension of any possible attraction she could inspire from a man brought out all her insecurities, making her doubt herself. Generally, she ignored both her parents when it came to their criticism of her, except where Jack was concerned. Then, she couldn’t seem to shove their hurtful words aside. Nobody’s opinion of her mattered more to her than Jack’s.
“Go away. I can shower by myself.”
Though it wasn’t easy, Jack ignored the pain and doubt he saw in her whiskey eyes. Now was not the time to coddle her. Before she could grasp his intentions, he had her bent over the counter, one arm holding her shoulders down, the other flipping up the shirt and descending hard and rapidly on her tender buttocks.
“I expect you to obey me when I give you an order, Morgan.” Two swats landed on her
Sitting up, Morgan grabbed the comforter, pulling it around her, her gaze disgruntled. “No, and don’t lecture me. After my mother’s tirade about how irresponsible and selfish it would be of me to end my engagement over such a petty reason, followed by her usual spiel of how lucky I was to have someone like Joel willing to marry me, my only thought was to get away as fast as I could.”
She was mad and hurt, which Jack could understand, but from the insistent peals of her phone coming from her bag, he thought it best if she answered her calls. Tossing her another one of his flannel shirts, he instructed, “Check your phone messages while I go downstairs. We have a small ski shop that should have something for you.”
When Jack returned ten minutes later, Morgan was wearing the shirt he had given her and was talking to her mother on the phone.
“Someone I’ve known for years, Mother, and no I’m not going to tell you anything else.” She paused while listening to her mother go on and on about her responsibilities, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “I don’t care. Then fire me, I hate that job anyway.”
Jack refrained from grabbing the phone and giving Kathleen Tomlinson a piece of his mind, something he had managed to keep from doing all these years. He could literally see the pleasure he wrought from Morgan only moments ago being obliterated by her mother’s words, words he knew were calculated to demean her only child, belittle her self worth so she would cave and do their bidding willingly.
“I’m going to stay as long as I want, Mother. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to come home, but no matter when that is, I’m not marrying Joel. You’ll just have to get your merger another way.”
Tears filled her eyes at whatever her mother said next making Jack stride over to her, ready to grab the phone. Morgan shook her head and turned away from him. “You do what you have to. But so will I. Good bye.”
“Morgan,” Jack reached for her, but she stepped back.
“I’m fine Jack. Let’s go skiing.”
Her bright smile was fake, but Jack knew a good way to cheer her up. “After a shower and a little grooming.”
Chapter Four
Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered while reaching into the huge shower to turn on the water.
“I think that’s your favorite word,” Morgan grumbled, her pleasure from finally having sex with Jack diminished by her conversation with her mother. “What if I don’t want to?” She felt she was justified in taking her irritation out on him since he was the one who had insisted she answer her phone, something she had successfully avoided doing for the past twenty four hours.
Jack raised an eyebrow and asked softly, “Then you’ll suffer the consequences. Strip, Morgan.”
His tone had hardened, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to clench, which just pissed her off more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she just glared back at him. She didn’t know why she was defying him, especially since she wanted to get naked with him again. As always, her mother’s condescension of any possible attraction she could inspire from a man brought out all her insecurities, making her doubt herself. Generally, she ignored both her parents when it came to their criticism of her, except where Jack was concerned. Then, she couldn’t seem to shove their hurtful words aside. Nobody’s opinion of her mattered more to her than Jack’s.
“Go away. I can shower by myself.”
Though it wasn’t easy, Jack ignored the pain and doubt he saw in her whiskey eyes. Now was not the time to coddle her. Before she could grasp his intentions, he had her bent over the counter, one arm holding her shoulders down, the other flipping up the shirt and descending hard and rapidly on her tender buttocks.
“I expect you to obey me when I give you an order, Morgan.” Two swats landed on her
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