Cake Love: All Things Payne(60)
"Yeah. Of course."
I nod at him and walk toward the door. A wave of relief washes over me knowing I am helping Morgana, even if it's just a little bit.
Chapter 10
Payne’s Anti-Rule 4: Observe and Learn but Stay and Play
It is now noon the following day and I’m sitting in a soft leather chair. It is in the back by a corner and partially obstructed by the counter from the view of the rest of the tables. If I lean to the left, I can see the coffee shop.
I hear the bell of the door swinging open and see Morgana enter. Her eyes dart around the place but keep coming back to the register. She spots Trevor. I know this because her sexy dark stocking covered legs come to a halt in the middle of the café.
God, she looks so good, even in her cute little yellow raincoat. I smile remembering the last time I saw her in it at a different coffee shop. She turns slightly toward me, but her gaze is directed toward the floor so I don't think she sees me. Her soft red hair swings and I see her lips move. She is conversing with herself. I chuckle knowing she is probably talking to her brain. That seems to be the organ of choice with her.
“What’s so funny Henrik?”
I turn my head to Zooey, who I let meet me here because she had some important paperwork to drop off for me to sign.
“Uh, nothing. Just remembered something funny I heard on the radio this morning. So, the papers?”
Zooey nods and reaches into her black brief case, pulling out a manila folder, and passing it over to me. My smile wavers as I watch her tongue dart out as she licks her lips.
I like Zooey, she is very smart and a great venture capitalist, but her obvious displays of affection toward me is a bit disconcerting. When we first met, about a week after I was fired, I thought she was the perfect person to help get investors involved in my cause. But after a few weeks, she started putting the moves on me. At first, I just thought it was my imagination, that she was just an overly affectionate sort of person. But then, one day, a few weeks ago, her hand landed on my Captain Cock and didn’t move.
Yes, Captain Cock was happy with the attention, I, however, was not. I had to remove her hand and explain to her that my heart belonged to another. I never told Zooey that the other woman was Morgana, but it’s really none of her business anyway.
I open the folder and shuffle through the papers. Zooey gets up. “Excuse me Henrik. I have to use the ladies’ room.” She smoothed out the wrinkles in her white linen pant suit before walking toward the back, around the end of the coffee bar.
I look back to where Morgana was and see she has moved to the counter and out of my line of sight. I keep rubbing my thumb over my knuckles in frustration. My Cubs baseball cap hides my head, but I am itching to rub at my scalp. I am about to reach into my pocket and pull out some gum when I see Morgana walk to the opposite wall and sit with her back toward me. Trevor shows up a few moments later.
He better not wimp out. I can see his eyes darting around the shop, glancing at the various tables filled with people, until his gaze lands on me. I smirk and tip my hat up so he can get a better view. Trevor quickly looks back at Morgana, her arms flying wildly in the air now.
She’s mad, no, furious, livid. I desperately want to hear their conversation.
“We should go over a few of those forms. Some of the companies offering capital want you to sell their product to local people in the countries we are targeting.” Zooey is now standing in front of me, blocking my view of Morgana.
“Let’s move over to one of the tables, so we can lay this out.” I point in the direction of Morgana’s table.
“Okay, you find a table. I’m going to grab a coffee.” Zooey gives a coy smile before moving to the counter.
I get up and walk closer, making sure Morgana's back is always facing me. I find a seat directly behind her and sit so our backs are facing each other. Leaning back, I can hear exactly what is going on.
"What do you want Trevor? I know you. You wouldn't have contacted me just to apologize after five years of nothing." Morgana's voice is deep with anger.
"Look, I have been doing some soul searching and I realized I hurt you by not letting you know about us being filmed." Trevor's voice is pleading. At least he is trying to act sorry.
"Then take it down. You put it up there, so take it down."
"Are you f*cking kidding me, April? Absolutely not! That thing has over a million hits and is the hottest link on my website." Trevor sounds shocked and I turn to glare at him but he’s too focused on Morgana.
"Okay, so you wanted me to come here so you could apologize, knowing now how wrong you were, but you won't take down the one thing that upsets me. Tell me how this makes sense Trevor!"
Trevor just shakes his head as his arms cross over his chest.
"Stop shaking your stupid head at me! You look like a demented owl or bobble head. You want to rectify things, then take down the video."
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Trevor leans in and touches her arm. I feel my chest constrict and my teeth clench as I stare at his fingers grazing her wrist.
"April, you have to understand of all the videos on my website, that's the most popular. I can't take it down. Also, I have had a few inquiries from directors, you know, about you and me possibly making a sequel. There is a lot of cash in it and it's not like we aren't familiar with each other—“ Trevor’s cut off by Morgana abruptly standing and groaning. If she hadn't, I would have. Once she leaves, I am going to have a good talking to with Mr. Beady-eye, except I'm not going to use any words. Maybe I can enhance his beady-eyes with a little bit of color, I think black, blue, and purple would really bring out the shit-brown of his eyes.