Midnight Dream Girls 2: The Scent of Revenge Page 4

  “Jonathan Dexter,” he replied. “And you’re Morgan Fremont.”

  She nodded, wondering again why peering at him through the curves of her breasts seemed so natural and right.

  “Hm, I think I rather liked this body shot,” he murmured.

  Damned if I didn’t, too. The thought had her upper body jerking away from him, her hands pressed to her stomach. To grab the shot glass, or to stop her abs from quivering? She didn’t know, and didn’t want to find out. What was she doing? She was supposed to be working, not chatting up a customer right in front of her new boss on her very first night on the job.

  She leaned backward quickly, using the momentum to roll on her shins and up onto her feet. Handing the empty glass to Brianna, Morgan turned her back to Jonathan and unsteadily climbed down off the bar, her entire body clammy with nervous sweat. Although the body shot had lasted for only a few minutes, her body shook as if she’d been through an hour long ordeal. She had to get a grip on herself.

  “I’m headed to the bathroom,” Morgan yelled to Brianna. Receiving a quick nod in return, Morgan stumbled down the length of the work area behind the bar, lifted the heavy bar top at the end, and nudged her way to the walk-in cooler opposite Brianna’s office door instead. In the dimly lit area of the short hallway, she pressed her heated back to the cooler’s cold metal door, closed her eyes, and struggled to regain control over her body.

  She’d never been so turned on just from giving a guy a body shot. What the hell was wrong with her tonight?

  * * * * *

  Jonathan wanted to hit himself for being so damn stupid.

  What had he been thinking? Okay, so seeing Morgan dancing on the bar again tonight had almost driven him over the edge despite his being surrounded by almost a hundred drunken souls. Despite his attraction to her, fucking her brains out just wasn’t in the plan. The plan was to get her attention with the body shot request, then ask her for a date after she got off work so he could pump her for information about the bar and its owner.

  Instead, that body shot had only served to fill his senses. He could still smell the lavender he’d drawn in when he’d buried his nose in her belly button. And what the hell had he been thinking to do that, anyway?

  And her breasts, the way their heavy fullness had brushed the top of his head, making him want to break every damn rule in the book, both the bar’s and his, and fill his mouth with their ripeness right then and there.

  Instead of enticing her, he’d enticed himself into wanting to grip her hips, peel those jeans down her long legs, and lay her down on the bar and lick her pussy until she came all over his mouth.

  For the first time in his ten year quest, Jonathan was sure he was losing it.

  Based on his body’s painfully stiff reaction to being close to her for only a couple of minutes, he was going to have to seriously rethink this phase of the plan. Because Jonathan was no longer sure who would get information from whom if he had to get close to Morgan again.

  * * * * *

  Although she tried not to, Morgan found herself scanning the dissipating crowd for a certain set of broad shoulders in a white silk shirt as the bar closed down for the night. He must have left earlier while she was back by the cooler. A part of her felt the tiniest bit disappointed, but the stronger, more rational part of her insisted this was good. The less she saw of Jonathan, the better. She didn’t need any complications. Her life was perfect just the way it was.

  Once she’d returned home, Morgan took a shower, put on fresh clothes, towel dried her hair, then went across the hallway to pick up Joey from Mrs. Myers’ apartment. Again, she sensed a sad reluctance for the older woman to say goodbye to the sleeping baby, and again she was reassured. Some people didn’t like small children. Mrs. Myers obviously wasn’t one of them.

  She was still wondering about Mrs. Myers as she put Joey to bed in his crib, triple locked the apartment door, and went to bed. Anyone else would’ve been a nervous wreck to be babysitting a baby as young as Joey, unless they were used to keeping babies. She must’ve gotten her experience somewhere. Did the older woman have kids, grandkids, or maybe nieces or nephews?

  I wonder how Mr. Body Shot feels about young children, Morgan thought. Her tired body tensed up beneath the thin cotton sheet. Now where in hell had that thought come from? What did it matter if Jonathan did or didn’t like kids? She wasn’t going to date him. Not that he’d shown any sign of wanting to ask her out. But still, if he ever did, she’d just tell him no.

  What if he wants more than just a date? a sly little voice inside her asked.

  Well, she’d deal with that if she had to. But she probably wouldn’t, because he wasn’t going to ask her for a date anyway. Heck, more than likely she wouldn’t even see him again.

  With a strange sadness in her chest at the thought, Morgan drifted off to sleep and straight into another dream.

  “Morgan, I’ve missed you,” her dream lover whispered, once again silhouetted in the doorway of her bedroom.

  Mmm, Morgan thought with a sleepy smile. I love it when I have dreams like this.

  He chuckled, the sound little more than a dry rasp within the tiny room, and approached her bed. Unable to see any details other than a silhouette, she mentally gasped when he quickly yanked back her sheet and covered her body with his nude one. His already hard cock pressed insistently between her legs and his mouth repeatedly pressed wet kisses down the side of her neck.

  Morgan wished she could see her lover in detail. If she could, what exactly would she see? Would he have puppy dog eyes that turned from soft to intensely yearning? Perhaps his hair would be brown and wavy with golden highlights throughout it and flop over his forehead. She closed her eyes and willed her dream lover to have these features, but when she opened them, he was still nothing more than a dark silhouette.

  Damn, so much for being in control of my own dreams, she thought with some disappointment. She couldn’t even lift her arms. Oh well. Take what you can get, right? she told herself. Then she shut her eyes and pretended Jonathan’s hands roved over her body, grasping and kneading her breasts only briefly before yanking her panties down to her ankles. She felt her dream lover’s thick cock press against her thighs again, push through the inner softness of her legs, and swipe over her clit once, twice, before shoving its way into her pussy.

  A little rough tonight, aren’t you? she thought, but pushed that idea out of the way and focused on how well he filled her pussy with the long, hard heat of his dick.

  “Ah yes, my pretty, tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you want to be fucked by my hard cock,” he growled in her ear.

  Mentally rolling her eyes, she obediently told him with her mind what he wanted to hear, and was instantly rewarded with an increase in the plunging of his dick. Rough or not, it felt so damn good to have that emptiness filled, to feel the friction pushing her up to the edge of a wild, wanton release. She was so close, her body arching up toward his, loving the friction of her nipples against his chest, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust.

  So close now, just a few more times.

  Yes, Jonathan, fuck me. Make me come tonight, she desperately pleaded within her mind.

  Her dream lover suddenly stopped pumping his dick in and out of her, levitated over her body several inches, and stared down at her with a featureless face.

  “What did you just say?” His whisper came out slowly, every word carefully enunciated and seeming almost…angry.

  Well, you’re just a dream, right? So why can’t I call you what I want to? And I want you to be that guy from the bar tonight. I want you to be Jonathan. Because she desperately wanted to feel Jonathan claim every part of her body, regardless of the fact that she knew nothing about him. This was her dream, and she’d have fantasy sex with whomever she damn well pleased.

  Just as she started to grow angry at herself, finding it utterly ridiculous to be arguing with her unconscious self in her own dream and wondering if she was going nuts, her dre
am lover vanished like a cloud of air freshener, instantly evaporating.

  Figures, she thought to herself. Even my dream lovers are utter pains in the ass.

  Chapter Four

  The following night, Morgan couldn’t stop her eyes from scanning the crowd. Of course, Jonathan wouldn’t be wearing another white shirt. How did she really expect to find him in the thick sea of faces? Shaking her head with a laugh at herself, she focused on serving up drinks as fast as she could.

  Thursday night seemed to be the big night of the week. The previous night’s crowd had been a mixture of males and females in a wide range of ages. But tonight it was all college kids.

  The thought had her smirking at herself. Now she was thinking of college students as kids, when she wasn’t so much older than they were? Geez, she was getting old mentally.

  Thankfully Brianna gave her the go-ahead to perform her newly learned routine with the other Midnight Dream Girls. At the end when she hit her ending pose wrapped around a fellow dancer’s legs like a boa constrictor, she happened to look towards the door just as Jonathan entered. Their gazes met and held, and her gasp hitched painfully within her chest.

  She’d barely gotten off the bar and reached for a small hand towel when she heard his familiar voice directly overhead.

  “I think I need another one of those body shots,” he yelled out.

  Still in a squat, Morgan tilted her head back to grin up at him. “I don’t think you want one right now. I just got through dancing and I’m all sweaty.”

  “Perfect,” he replied with a tilted grin of his own. “Then I won’t have to ask for salt.”

  With a shake of her head, Morgan stood up, thinking he must be joking. Her mouth parted in surprise to see the dollar bills he held out.

  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked, hastily wiping her body off with the towel. As she wiped her neck and cleavage, she noticed his eyes following the towel’s every movement before sliding back up to meet hers again. Her smile stretched wider. So, he was interested.

  “Nope, I’m not kidding.” He held out the money until she took it and handed it to Brianna with a quick explanation.

  The redhead looked a little surprised, then smiled craftily. “Looks like you’re developing a fan of your own already.”

  Morgan shrugged with her hands up in the air, hoping she didn’t look too pleased about the identity of her first fan, and gave Brianna her best ‘can I help it that this guy is hot?’ look.

  “Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Brianna yelled in her ear. “That’s a customer, honey. Milk it for all it’s worth.”

  Snatching the money from Morgan’s hand, Brianna hopped up onto the bar with the mike in her hand and announced that Morgan was about to give a guy a body shot. Stifling the urge to roll her eyes at her boss’s theatrics for the crowd, Morgan climbed onto the bar beside her.

  This time she poured the shot herself, tucking the empty glass into the waistband of her jeans, then pouring the tequila so that it trickled down her skin before filling the glass. She felt Jonathan’s gaze on her and looked up with a mischievous grin. He lifted his eyebrows once, then twice, nodded in apparent approval, and gave her the thumbs up.

  Handing the tequila bottle to Brianna, Morgan carefully crawled upright until her knees met the edge of the bar, lifted an eyebrow, and waited for Jonathan to draw closer. If he was trying to challenge her by ordering a shot, let him try. She might find him incredibly sexy, but she wasn’t such a lightweight as to fall into bed with someone just for ordering a body shot from her two nights in a row.

  Jonathan stepped closer, his eyes never breaking contact with hers until his mouth touched the rim of the glass. Once again she felt his nose bury itself inside her navel, sending a tickle rippling through her as his forehead pressed her sweat-slicked body. Wondering if touching him would feel the same as last night, Morgan placed her hands on his shoulders for balance and shivered as tingles raced up her arms. Damn, that was a little unexpected. She’d decided that last night’s physical attraction had been some kind of a fluke, just a byproduct of her nervousness at giving her first body shot in a long time. Apparently not.

  She felt his shoulder muscles flex beneath her hands and wondered what he was thinking. Why did he only want body shots from her? Did he really like them? Or did he have some kind of ulterior motive? And why should this possibility make him seem even more sexy?

  Jonathan’s head lifted, and she felt two quick circling flicks of his tongue within her navel, making her gasp in pleasure. He looked up at her with a mischievous grin and whispered, “Mm, salty, just the way I like my tequila shots.”

  Shaking her head at him with a smile, she leaned back and rolled up to her feet. Then she let her breath out in a long, shaky sigh. If he kept this up, she just might be in trouble.

  Later that night, after last call drinks had been served, Jonathan surprised her by nudging between two drunken college boys to lean one elbow on the bar.

  “No more body shots tonight,” Morgan said. “We’ve already hit the cutoff for serving alcohol.”

  His stare was a little unnerving, his lopsided grin following her every movement as she took away empty glass and beer bottles from patrons lining the scarred wooden bar in an effort to get a head start on cleanup.

  “Nope, I’m not interested in another body shot,” he replied. “I’d rather have a date instead. What do you say? Breakfast after you close down the place?”

  Morgan paused at the sink with her back to him, taking a little longer than necessary to wash out the glasses while she considered his question. What should she do? Yeah, he was sexy as hell, and obviously her body recognized the fact right along with her eyes. Her every walking step told her that her panties were still damp from giving him that dang body shot earlier.

  But what about the rest of it? Guys never wanted just a date. They always wanted sex afterwards, and some of them wanted to come back for additional helpings later on. Morgan had worked hard to take care of Joey and herself without any help from anyone, male or female. Did she really want to mess up their routine and the new life they’d just started by letting romance into the picture?

  She turned to face him, still confused and more than a little scared. “Um, no thanks, but I appreciate the offer.”

  Jonathan tilted his head to the side and looked confused, as if he’d never been rejected before. “Did you just say no?”

  Morgan bit her lip, but it didn’t stop a smile from spreading across her face. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been turned down for a date before.”

  Jonathan hesitated as if pondering the question. “Actually, no. I haven’t.”

  Shaking her head with a sigh and a smile, Morgan put away the clean glasses and dried her hands on a towel draped over her side of the bar. “Let me guess, you grew up as the neighborhood rich kid. Had your choice of toys when you were little, and women when you were older.”

  Jonathan frowned, and she knew she’d gotten it right. “I guess you could say that.”

  “Well, it’s never too late to learn that you don’t always get what you want.”

  Jonathan stared at the exotic looking woman smirking before him, and couldn’t figure out why her rejection smarted so badly. He wasn’t spoiled. After all, he hadn’t had much success in his one all-consuming goal for ten years now, no matter how hard he plotted.

  But Morgan was also right about his growing up within a wealthy family and never having been rejected by a woman. So maybe he had always had it easy in the dating department. Did that make him any less of a man?

  He rested his chin in his hand, studied the way the room’s lights danced within her dark eyes, and stroked his bottom lip with his index finger. So she wanted to be a challenge, did she? Okay, he could deal with that. One way or the other, she would have dinner with him, even if it took a hundred invitations before she accepted. She had to. As the newest staff member of the Midnight Saloon, she was the weakest link and the one most apt to give up the info he n
eeded without sounding the alarm.

  Never mind his personal wants or needs.

  * * * * *

  Apparently Morgan’s rejection had been the signal to go to war, because Jonathan began waging a nightly assault on her senses. Every night, he requested a body shot from her, which became a form of torture for Morgan as he developed new ways to strum her senses into overdrive. On Friday night, he flicked his tongue in and out of her navel suggestively, causing her to shiver with pleasure. Saturday, he let the sides of his thumbs rub her knees, sending tingles through her legs straight into her pussy. And at the end of every night, he asked her to go out with him, to which she always replied with a polite no. The bar was closed on Sunday due to local liquor laws that prohibited sales of alcohol on that day, and the Midnight Dream Girls didn’t work Mondays or Tuesdays when the crowds were at their smallest and only a skeleton crew was required to man the bar.

  Morgan worked with Brianna for two hours each weekday, learning new routines to perform on the bar with the other dancers, and they decided to continue practicing every weekday until she had learned all eight bar dances the Midnight Dream Girls performed. It was thrilling to become a more active member of the dance team. But the thrill wasn’t quite enough to pull her out of the blahs she suddenly came down with on Sunday. She tried to spur herself out of her funk by relishing the extra time with her son, and worked out her growing sexual frustration by writing ever steamier erotic romance scenes on her trusty laptop computer.

  By Wednesday, although she should have been thrilled to have completed and sent off another novella to her editor, Morgan was ready to be back behind the bar at the Midnight Saloon. She missed the thrill of having a certain sexy someone watch her every move and knowing he wanted to date her. Laughable as it might have been, Morgan felt sexier within the spotlight of Jonathan’s gaze. It was an addictive sensation, and she was feeling a definite letdown after her three day high.