Julianne instantly knew where Morgan was staying. “Alright, he'll find you sweetheart. Just get some rest, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.” The call had ended.
“Sure, I'll get some rest. But first, I have GOT to pee!”
Within minutes, Morgan found herself back down at the bar and within another twenty minutes, she had downed two more glasses of her wine, finishing the whole bottle.
“I...would like...hey, are you list....hey, I would like another.....” Morgan pointed at her empty bottle to the bartender.
The bartender just smiled, and turned his back on the drunk girl. “Hey, but...I...hey!” She smacked her hand down on the bar. “Shit, that hurt!”
“Lass, let me take ye to your room.” Morgan heard the voice behind her, and answered.
“Nope. Noey, no, no. I'm...just..I'm here..and I'm staying...here.”
The voice continued, “Morgan, let me take ye to yer room. The barkeep won't serve ye anything more.” Those words got her attention. She turned around to face the bearer of bad news.
When she faced him, she forgot to ask how he knew her name. “Damn! Look at you! You're...big...and all...like...big! And you...oh..you're big!”
“Aye, lass. I'm big. Now let's get ye to yer room.” Mystery man held out his hand, and offered to help her up.
“You said 'aye!' Morgan laughed, then added, “it's...Scottish...and..Oh! I'm in Scotland..did you know that? Mr. Big Man...making me...leave.”
“Aye, I ken.” Morgan opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her, “aye, I said aye again. Let's go.”
They made it as far as the elevator, and Morgan tripped on her own foot. He caught her quickly, and picked her up. Cradling her in his arms, he pushed the elevator button. “What floor, lass?”
She didn't answer, her drunken mind had already planned her escape. She would go to her room, then let him leave. Afterward, she would sneak out again. It sounded familiar she thought, and also, that it would totally work.
The man wasn't going to wait for an answer any longer. He felt her back pocket, and found the key. He reached in with two fingers, and pulled it out, holding it in front of both of them.
“Hey! You....you put your...hand in my butt! That's mine!” Morgan tried to grab her key, but he moved it out of the way.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and hoped that she was incredibly heavy to carry. “I hope that...that...you drop me.” That would do it, he could drop her, then she could run back to the bar.
The man laughed loudly in the elevator, as the doors opened. They walked through, and his long legs got them to her room within seconds. He put her down in front of her door, and she nearly fell again. Holding her with one arm, he managed the door with the other. When it was open, he picked her up again and carried her through.
Morgan was merely minutes from passing out, he knew it. So he put her down on the bed, and removed her shoes. Then he covered the drunken girl with the comforter, and moved her hair from the front of her face.
She looked up at him, his face seemingly moving from side to side. “You're cute. So cute. What's your name?” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke.
Her eyes closed, and he knew she had gone instantly to sleep.
“Finlay, lass. My name is Finlay.”
This is book one of an eighty part series. Follow Morgan as she goes around the world in 80 men. Books two through five coming very soon.
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