Cake Love: All Things Payne(24)

This can't happen. Our relationship creates too much of a risk. I'm flip flopping. I never flip flop. One minute I want her and believe I'm not complete until I can feel her feathery skin, the next I panic and think about all that might be lost if we pursued this.

Morgana’s snoring has grown louder. God she sounds like a fifty year old man. I turn my gaze to her just as her head rolls onto my shoulder and her glasses fall to her lap. She presses into my arm and starts to curl up on me.

I freeze. Do I shake her off or just...oh God she smells so good. My nose dips to her hair and I inhale.

"Did you just sniff Drake, Payne?"

I turn my head to see Evaleen standing right next to my seat. Her arms are folded in front of her button up white blouse, hiding her perky but average sized breasts.

"No. I...uh...why aren't you in your seat? We are on a plane you know, flying over the Atlantic Ocean."

I try to change the subject but I know Evaleen is too smart for that.

"The fasten seatbelt sign is off, and we have been in the air for six out of the eight hours of our flight Payne, I'm not going to sit in my chair the entire time."

She leans down to whisper in my ear, "I am only telling you this once, and it's because my friend here likes you, but screw with her and I will make your life at Mimir a living hell."

She stands straight again and places her hands on her hips. I love Morgana but I detest that she is friends with Evaleen. Really not liking that at all.

"Why are you here anyway, Bechmann? Why is the HR Manager needed for a meeting in London?"

My lids lower in scrutiny. Hers go wide, like nervous-big and she glances over at Edgar and then back at me.

"Never mind about that. It's...uh...it's something that doesn't concern you. I've got to get back to my seat."

She scurries off and I wonder what the hell is going on. Eveleen is many things, focused, determined, annoying, but she is never odd. That was odd.

Morgana wakes just in time for the food. It's like that woman has radar when food is concerned. I mean, how am I going to compete with baked goods?

"How long was I out?" Morgana stretches and I notice how amazing her rack looks in her green sweater as she arches her back.

"Huh?" My eyes are still planted on her cleavage. She snaps her fingers in my face and I look up to see her pointing to her eyes.

"Up here Henrik. I asked how long have I been asleep?"

"I don't know, a few hours maybe." I pick up the cutlery and dig into the surprisingly tender steak on my plate. Taking a bite, I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the savory flavor hits my tongue.

I can hear Morgana moaning and turn my head to watch as she practically orgasms eating her meal.

"My God, this is so good. Who knew airline food could actually be flavorful. Oh. My. God. There is chocolate cake for dessert. I am flying in the clouds so this must be Heaven." She laughs at her own cheesy words.

"You are a goof."

"Whatever Hi! At least I'm not a horn dog who can't wait to get home to masturbate about my super fine secretary."

"You caught me once doing that!"

She finishes chewing her food and points her fork at me.

"So I could have caught you more than once doing it? Well, well, well Mr. Payne. Someone's big dicky likes to get sticky. Eww. That even made me want to hurl."

The woman can always make me laugh. God she is so cute and sexy, and I want to do her right now on top of this juicy piece of meat that is surrounded by roasted red potatoes. But instead I focus on the food and try to keep eating and forget that the coolest, funniest, sexiest, smartest woman I have ever known is sitting right beside me.

"I'm sorry that I made you leave on Sunday and treated you like that," I mumble into my food. I'll admit I am not used to saying sorry. In fact, I have said sorry to Morgana more than I have said sorry to anyone else in the past ten years. Something about her drives my brain onto the I-seventy-stupid highway where the only exit is Crazytown. Thankfully I haven't taken that exit yet.

"Yeah, that was kind of douchey what you did. I just figured you have lady issues. Not that you are menstruating, but that you haven't had a lot of luck with women, so you assume I'm going to be the same way." She shrugs and then shoves a heaping spoonful of the potatoes into her mouth.

"You’re right, but the problems go a lot deeper than a crazy ex, Ms. Freud. Can we talk about it later when we have some time in the hotel room?"

I glance over at her and notice her mouth is full of cake. Reaching over I wipe away the crumbs from the corners of her mouth with my thumb and suck on the sweet icing.

Her eyes darken from a golden green to a deep olive as she watches my lips. Morgana does something that is every man's biggest fantasy. She leans in and whispers in my ear, "Do you want to join the mile high club?"

Yes. Double yes. If there is any word that means more than yes I would be using it right now. Oh God Almighty that is in Heaven, thank you for creating this woman.

My eyes grow large and I spit out my food and push the tray away.

"Take off your panties and give them to me. Then head into the bathroom. I will follow in a few moments as to not draw suspicion...wait, I thought you hated me?"

She is covering her mouth with her hand and trying to suppress her laugh.