Loving Miss Daniels

Morgan Daniels stood on the aisle upstairs at Yapaki Lounge, where she had a clear view of everything going on in the club. Tired of sitting in her office for hours going over paperwork while sipping on a martini that had been served to her over an hour ago, she decided to take a break.

The verdict: The club was doing well and could definitely afford to hire two or three bartenders.

Tonight, aside from the fact that it was the start of the weekend, felt no different from any other night. The club was packed as everyone tried to shake off the stress of the week—work, college, heartbreak, or something else.

Morgan’s gaze locked on a blonde whose eyes had been on her the moment she came out of her office. A smile crept onto her face as she raised her glass to the girl.

She knew who she was because, for the past few days, the blonde had been a frequent visitor to the club, never stopping her staring. Morgan knew what the girl wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to her.

But she had to make her sweat for it.

Morgan loved when they seemed desperate for her, knowing she could give them what they wanted—if not more

Yes, she was that confident.

Tonight, however, she decided was the blonde's lucky night. She was going to give her what she wanted after making her wait for several nights.

Morgan Daniels turned around, closed the office door, and walked down the stairs, making her way through the sweaty crowd to the blonde.

“Hey,” she said, once she was next to the girl. She finished her martini, sliding the empty glass to the bartender for a refill, sticking out her middle finger and pointer to request two drinks.

“Hi,” the blonde replied, trying—though failing miserably—to hide the nerves in her voice. This only inflated Morgan’s ego. She loved it when they were nervous.

With a smirk playing on her lips, Morgan said, “Morgan.”

“I know,” the blonde answered quickly, causing Morgan to smirk and the girl’s cheeks to flush.

“I mean, I know who you are. You’re quite popular here. Everyone knows Morgan,” the blonde corrected quickly, earning a quizzical look from Morgan.

This seemed to annoy the blonde, who rolled her eyes.

“Never mind,” she said, and Morgan nodded.

“Buy me a drink,” Morgan ordered.

Morgan had already ordered two shots from the bartender, so she slid one toward the blonde, who gave Morgan a questioning stare.

“That fast? I hope you didn’t spike it,” she teased.

Morgan gave her a sly smile, sipping her drink before replying, “I can get a woman just fine. Thank you.”

Morgan watched the dance floor as she took sips of her drink. A redhead caught her eye, swaying her hips seductively against some guy who was clearly already getting excited. She was freaking hot. Morgan smiled, making a mental note to have the redhead some other day, since she already had the blonde next to her, who was gradually undressing her with her gaze.

“Want to get out of here?” the blonde whispered into Morgan’s ear. The whiff of alcohol on her breath immediately aroused Morgan.

“Give me a minute,” Morgan said, downing the last of her drink before disappearing to the back.

Jonah, Morgan’s best friend, partner, and the closest thing she had to a big brother, had his tongue down Laiba’s throat, his fiancée of six years. The sight made Morgan gag as she struggled not to throw up.

“Dude, get a fucking room! Jesus,” Morgan grumbled, pulling them apart and walking between them.

“What the fuck! What’s your problem, dude?” Jonah asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

“Take charge,” Morgan ordered, fishing for the keys to her car from his pocket.

“Where are you going?” he asked, covering his pocket, making it impossible for Morgan to take out the keys.

“Someone’s waiting for me up front,” she replied, ignoring his attempts and trying once more to grab the keys.

“Who?” he asked, his question taking her by surprise.

“Not Laiba,” Morgan uttered with a sly smile.

“Hey, watch it. That’s my fiancée you’re talking about,” he warned. Jonah was very protective of Laiba. He had no trouble with people talking trash to him, but when it came to his fiancée, they’d better be careful.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized more to Laiba than Jonah. “Can I have my keys? It’s rude to keep a pretty girl waiting.” Morgan was getting impatient. Jonah had this annoying habit of borrowing her car, and whenever she needed it back, he’d make things hell for her.

Jonah eyed her warily but handed over the keys.

“Be careful?” he pleaded.

“Okay, mom,” she replied sarcastically, snatching the keys from his hand and hurrying back to the front.

At first, Jonah was okay with this. He knew Morgan wasn’t into relationships because of what she had been through in the past. But lately, he hated it. Ever since proposing to Laiba, he’d wanted Morgan to find someone and settle down.

But Morgan Daniels wasn’t okay with that.

What good would it do her to find someone, only for them to betray her in the end?

She was fine being single and sleeping around. No feelings. No hurt.

Bien. La vie est parfaite.

Worried that the blonde might have left, Morgan rushed back to the front, only to find the girl twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she hungrily eyed the redhead on the dance floor, swaying her hips.

“Let’s go,” Morgan whispered into the blonde’s ear, lightly touching her arm.

The blonde nodded, picking up her purse. Morgan placed a hand on her lower back and led her through a small corridor that led outside.

Once outside, Morgan pressed a button on her key fob, unlocking her car. She helped the blonde into the passenger’s side before getting into the driver’s seat.

Turning on the ignition, Morgan drove off with her victim for a night of endless pleasure