Free Around the World in 80 Men Series: Books 11-20 by Brandi Ratliff, Rebecca Ratliff Page A

It was an art that she had thoroughly perfected.
“Some mousse,” she coached herself as she threw her head
forward and ran the big blob of hair styler through her long hair.
“Some drying...” Morgan dipped her head again and gave it
three minutes of hot air, just enough to set the waves and so her
hair wouldn't turn to ice when she walked outside. “Some of
this,” the girl blotted foundation on her face, then blush and
a few other touches of makeup before adding a coat of red lipstick
and a shiny coat of gloss. “Did it in nine!” She did a
little jump and nearly landed herself with another gash to her
forehead. Thankfully, when she slipped, she missed the sink by an
inch. It didn't stop her from getting up and making it out into the
living room before ten minutes was up.
    “Beat
you! Beat you!” Morgan stuck her tongue out, then turned around
and shook her ass at the man as he came down the hallway.
    “Hey,
you already got your shower!” Tyler defended himself.
    “What...what's
that smell? Is...that..” Morgan leaned in closer toward the
man, taking an exaggerated sniff. “It smells like bullshit!”
She clapped her hands together and laughed at her own joke. “What
were you saying?”
    “Alright,
alright!” He slapped her ass that was still shaking and Morgan
jumped up to shield her other cheek. “Ready?”
    “Was
ready thirty minutes ago,” Morgan looked at the invisible
watched that she always used to make her point.
    He
gave her a gentle push and they both laughed at Morgan's victory,
then Tyler left to warm up the truck while she bundled up. He didn't
even throw on a coat when he came back in to tell her the beast was
warm, and Morgan was sure to tell him how crazy he was for doing so.
    “Go
for it,” Tyler tossed Morgan the keys to the truck as they
walked outside, then he laughed at the shocked look on the girls
face. “Don't worry, there's nothing out here that you can hurt.
You can't hurt the truck either,” he added when she still
looked unsure.
    She
hadn't driven in a few months, and she hadn't driven in snow in over
a year. The thought excited her, especially the fact it was a huge
truck and there were no restraints. Morgan stomped through the snow
toward the truck, then jumped into the drivers seat and waited for
Tyler to get in on his side.
    “Alright,
but whatever happens, it wasn't me!” She started off slowly,
getting a feel for the large vehicle. The truck was powerful and
glided through the snow easily. To test just how powerful it really
was, Morgan took a peek at her client, then with a troublesome smirk,
she made a hard left on the wheel, making the truck spin in the snow.
When she got control, she did it again. “Wow!” She got
the truck straight, sped forward, then did a perfect figure eight. A
few more times around the path, and Tyler finally had to tell her to
just get to the house.
    Morgan
blushed, forgetting what her original task had been and slowly pulled
up to the large mansion. “Sorry. Got a little carried away,”
she admitted, holding her chest.
    “Don't
worry. I think you had an audience though.” Tyler pointed
toward the house and when Morgan looked she saw the curtains falling
back into place. Morgan covered her mouth and giggled quietly as if
they would hear her. “Come on, I'm starving!” Tyler
jumped out of the truck and ran to the drivers side and helped Morgan
down and they walked hand-in-hand to the house.
    “Tyler
Jacob Andrews!” Gwen's hollering caught Morgan off guard and
she looked to her boyfriend, hoping to understand. When Morgan
realized she was scolding her son for his driving, the girl
burst out in laughter again. “Why would you put her in that
kind of danger? You finally meet a nice girl, and that's what you do?
She's not even going to make it out of here alive! What are you
thi...”
    Morgan
couldn't hear him take the blame, so she jumped in with a confession.
“That was me, Mrs. Andrews. I was driving...” She put her
head