Orchids to Die For (Jim Morgan Adventure Series) by Catherine Burr, James Halon Page A

little disappointed that he didn’t already have the tickets, “Good. I hope you can get them. These guys are really sick. I can’t wait, I’m so excited.”
    “Sick? What do you mean, sick?”
    “You know... Bitchin’... Hot!”
    “Oh. I haven’t heard that one, yet.” And he began to wonder if it was going to work; his dating a girl ten years younger then himself...but thought, damn, she’s such an angel.
    “Got to run, Arnold. Lunch is over,” and she walked away.
    Arnold peeked after her from the floor of his cubicle and watched her short-skirted ass disappear into a crossing hallway.
    “Enjoying the view from down there, Ames?” Asked his boss’s boss while visually taking in the mess of all the scattered paperwork littering his floor, and desk.
    “Oh, ah... Not really, sir.” Ames stood, and pointed down the hall, “Emily’s my girl.” And added, “I’m on top of everything, here, sir.”
    The Director of Operation’s suggested, “Looks like you need a larger office, Ames. Discuss it with Annerson when he gets off his... Comp time.”
    “Yes sir, I’ll do that, sir.”

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Morgan’s hotel room phone rang at exactly noon. Room service would be there in ten minutes. He roused Catherine with soft caresses over the entire length of her subtle body through the warm bedding. She stretched under his hands in a pleasurable waking movement and made an audible plea for him to continue the external massage.
    “Okay, Sleeping Beauty, coffee and croissants will be here in a few minutes.”
    Catherine sat up pulling the sheets up around her breasts, her hair was tousled, and she fluffed at it with her manicured fingers, “I must look awful...” Yet she felt cute, “...without my make-up. I never even thought to bring my toothbrush.”
    “I want to see a lot more of this waking-up-model look,” and he bent into her and kissed her. The sheets fell away exposing Catherine’s firm nipples; the little thimbles were a pleasant surprise to Morgan’s own awakening senses. He began a teasing tug downward on the covering sheet in a delightful attempt to expose her nudity, completely.
    Catherine smiled and allowed him to visually explore her well-toned body. And he did, and a knock at the door sent her scooting off the firm mattress and into the marbled bathroom.
    “Just a second!” Morgan yelled out, while putting on the hotel’s robe, “Coming. Be right there,” as he mentally fought off a forming erection.
     
    Showered and dressed, they sipped a superb coffee while admiring the view of the city, both above and below, from their thirty-first floor room window table for two. It was a beautiful, sunny, Wednesday afternoon.
    Catherine’s silky dress practically glowed in the incoming sunlight, “That’s a great dress, you enhance it well,” Morgan flattered – without deliberateness. He wanted to tell her a lot more, too. He wanted to say that she was a great piece of ass and that she was the best fuck that he had ever experienced. But he caught his mental dialogue in its flippant formation and said, “Last night... Well, it was very beautiful. I mean... You’re...” And they both flushed at the table.
    Catherine’s dimples highlighted her grin, a sexual grin, a grin that told a tale of her own personal enjoyment of their loving escapade. And she glanced at the bedroom with a powerful suggestion to her still blushing, and also dimple displaying knight, as her chemistry ignited a hidden passion, a need deep in her psyche that screamed out to express her feelings for this lovable man via the ultimate act of spontaneous commingling, and she stood...
     And he stood, and they walked hand in hand knowing nothing sensible or reasonable about where and what they were about to experience. But they went... Shedding clothes anew, and two fates were evermore physically and mentally cast into the wind from Cupid’s excited wings.
    And to their mutual chagrin, the bedside clock made a