Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I've tried online dating, but my access to things online clears the queue very quickly. Some would say I have high standards, but I just tend to find all the red flags a lot sooner than most people, leaving my time invested a lot shorter.
I've done enough research on Morgan to know a couple of her red flags too, but if it weren't for some of those missteps, she wouldn't have been on Henry's radar in the first place. If she had shunned him in front of that restaurant, there's an excellent chance he would've moved on to someone else. As traumatic as this past week has been for her, that might've been for the best. It's my selfishness to be happy that she's been spending time here.
I digress...
I know Morgan is a very flirty person. It's why I have done my best not to read too much into some of the things she says to me. It's almost as if she can't help herself.
Case in point—this morning, when I apologized for grabbing my semi-morning wood right in front of her, my sorry made her say I'm not.
These searches she's doing now make me question her intentions.
Is she typing them because she assumes I'm keeping a close enough eye on her and thinks this would be a funny thing for me to see?
Is she really curious, and if she is, what would her intention be?
I have no interest in being one more guy she passes the time with. It's why I have done my absolute very best not to engage when she's being super flirty. I don't know if she's doing it because she's interested in me, if she's bored, or because her options are limited.
I have no doubt that Twisted would've invited her into his bed that first night that she was here if she had suggested it. That begs me to question if she really isn't attracted to him or isn't interested because she's itching for more of a challenge.
The last thing I want to be is part of a competition. Despite how easily my body responds to hers, I have better control over my urges than she might expect, although she challenges them with every interaction we have.
Her eyes dart all over her screen as she reads an article about nerdy guys and how their hand skills on keyboards and game controllers translate very well in the bedroom. This article leads to a search of GIFs, and she spends more time than probably necessary watching a famous actor on stage as his thumb swirls over the edge of the microphone he's holding. I have to admit that watching her watch him and the way her mouth hangs open a little does something to me.
There's no shortage of attraction where Morgan is concerned. Normally, I wouldn't question it as much as I have been, but she's not in my path because fate put her there. Meeting Morgan wasn't kismet.
She's in my life because of Henry, and as much as that isn't her fault, I can't ignore the facts.
Research proves to me that she hasn't had continued contact with Henry. I don't suspect that she's playing this game with him as an active participant to get to me, but there is a reason why she's here. It’s driving me insane that I can't figure out what his endgame is.
I pull my eyes from the video feed of Morgan, who has shifted gears and is looking for movie titles where the nerdy guy falls for the girl, to start another search on Henry. I've had multiple systems running day and night and have had no luck, but I know better than to stop. If I quit, history tells me that's when he'll pop back up. As easy as that would be to do, he always brings havoc with him. I'm doing my best to avoid further victimization to the people he seems to enjoy stepping on to get what he wants.
With several more codes running in the background, I shift my eyes back to Morgan, watching as she reads and eats, every bite drawing my eyes to her mouth in a way that makes me feel damn near feral.
There's no way for me to bring this up later when I see her to try and get a feel for where her head is at. Plus, isn't it more fun to discover those sorts of things in their own time?
That thought makes me close out the screen share of her computer, but I'm more reluctant to turn off the video feed of her sitting there.
I want to groan every time she presses the plastic tines of her fork to her lower lip as she reads more on her computer.
I watch her for the rest of her lunch break. The hour goes by incredibly quickly, and before I'm ready, she's standing from her desk and carrying her empty takeout containers to a larger trashcan in the breakroom.