Right after she put the leftovers in the fridge, Morgan’s bright blue eyes twinkled as she picked up the wrapped box and shook it at the camera. “Does that mean I finally get to open this?”
“You’re so fucking cute when you’re being impatient.” So much so that I was tempted to tell her she had to wait until we talked again tomorrow, but I figured that’d be just plain cruel since her curiosity was piqued and I’d already told her I wouldn’t make her wait too long.
“That’d better be your way of saying yes,” she warned. Then she gave the gift another rattle for good measure, making me chuckle.
“It is, baby,” I confirmed with a grin. “Go ahead and open it.”
Morgan tore into the paper like a savage, making me grin since I figured she’d be the kind of woman who was careful not to rip it. Once she got it open, she lifted the small slip of paper out of the box. Her brow wrinkled in confusion, and her gaze darted from the short note to my face. “I don’t get it. Why do you want me to call this number when I have at least twenty-four hours to spare?”
“Because I don’t want to wait an entire fucking month before I see you in person again,” I explained, running my hand through my hair in frustration. “But you know how it is when you’re in the middle of filming. I can’t leave Georgia, so I was hoping you could fly out here instead.”
She glanced down at the note again and tilted her head to the side. A lock of dark hair spilled over her shoulder and came to rest right on top of one of her perfect tits, making my dick press against my zipper. No doubt about it, I was going to have to stroke one out after I got off Skype with her. Not that it came as a surprise since my hand had been getting more action since I’d met Morgan than it had back when I’d been a teenager. Just looking at her or hearing her voice got me hard.
“I’d like to see you, too,” she admitted softly, pulling me out of my thoughts about how I was going to take care of my hard-on. “So I guess I’ll check my schedule and give your travel agent a call.”
“I guess I was a little too mysterious with the number,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “It’s for the plane service I use. They have a lot of celebrity clients, so they’re discreet. I’m a damn good customer of theirs, and they’re not going to risk my business for the payout they’d get for going to the press about us. Shawn has it all set up so you can hop on a jet anytime. They’ll get you here safe and sound without anyone knowing about it.”
“Whoa,” she breathed, tracing her fingertips over the writing on the slip of paper. “You arranged for a private jet to be at my beck and call just so it can take me to Georgia whenever I’m available next?”
I nodded and confirmed, “Yeah.”
“That’s just. Wow.” She shook her head before continuing, “You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve flown commercial. Even if someone caught on to my destination, it doesn’t mean they’d assume I was there to see you.”
“Maybe not.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But there’s no need for us to risk it, not when I’m not there to protect you from the worst of them. Plus, flying private means we get to maximize how much time we’re together. No waiting in lines or depending on the airline’s schedule. All you have to do is head to Bob Hope and hop on the plane.”
“If you aren’t careful, you’re going to move past sweeping me off my feet territory and straight into spoiling me rotten,” she warned.
Before I’d met Morgan, I would’ve given my friends hell for spoiling a new woman in their life. But I hadn’t gotten it back then since I’d sure as fuck never acted like this with another woman before. Morgan was different. She deserved everything I could give her...and none of the crap that would come from being with me. “I’ve lived in the spotlight for a long damn time. You’re giving up some of your privacy by dating me, I want to make sure I’ve made it worth your while.”
“Aww, you’re worrying for nothing, Gage,” she assured me. “I’m already fodder for the gossip columns. Dating you isn’t going to make it any worse.”
I fucking hoped she was right, but my gut—and years of experience in Hollywood—told me she wasn’t.ThirteenMorganA few days later, I was on an overnight flight to Georgia after having cleared my schedule for thirty-six whole hours. It had been a while since I’d had that much free time, so it felt downright decadent. Even with a deduction for travel time, I’d have a full twenty-four straight hours to be with Gage. Best of all, I was arriving just after nine at night on Friday, which meant he was already finished for the day and wasn’t scheduled to shoot on Saturday. It was a win all the way around.