A/N: You are just amazing readers and I am blessed with plenty of you. Thanks so much. Every single review, alert and fav' means the world to me, since it means you share my idea dn my lobve for you so much. I know this quite a short chapter, but the next chapter will be better, I promise. That's why I post this chapter already now. It is more like a filler, rather than a real chapter. I will post the next one tonight. And also answer last night's reviews toniht, since I am actually on my way out. Enjoy!
Penelope looked at Morgan's date again, before making it to the restroom. Something seemed familiar about that woman, but she couldn't quite place her anywhere. She knew she had seen her before, was rather certain, but she just couldn't come up with a name.
Probably just one of his conquests she had seen around, clutching to his arm, as if they might lose him if they dare let go for even a moment. Which probably wasn't too wrong, judging by his habit of bedding women left and right where he walked.
She had seen how angry he seemed, although he had it quite well under control, but what she didn't understand was why he seemed so pissed? After all she wasn't the only one of the two of them to go out with other people if that bimbo he was with right now was any indication. Although she looked rather decent and less sleazy than the ones she had seen him with before.
Even long before Penelope returned back to her table and her date she knew the evening was over, no matter what else he had in store for her.
She saw him smiling at her, asking if she was okay. She just nodded quickly, not wanting him to get worried or ask any further questions. When he helped her into her coat a few moments later, she couldn't help but turn around quickly, catching sight of Morgan, seeing how he laughed and joked, having a good time and the female next to him who did seem to be having just as great of a time with him right back.
For a moment she wished to swap places. Be the one sitting next to him, having his attention focused on her and just have a great time.
"Ready to go?" Marcus asked, and Penelope snapped back into reality. She was on a date with him, not Morgan and she did have a great time with him as well. The evening had been great so far, just the last few moments she could have done without.
Marcus brought her home, telling her another of his stories, and she really liked him. He was fun, easy on the eye and had a great character. He made her laugh all the time, and was all gentlemen. Holding open doors for her, helping her in her coat, listening to her and asking for her opinion.
But somehow he couldn't stop her thoughts tonight drifting back to Morgan and his date over and over again. It was like she was fixated on them, and had been since the moment she had seen them. And of course Morgan's words to her did the rest to assure he wouldn't be off her mind anytime soon.
When they stopped in front of her building, she was still deep in thought, barely registering they had stopped and Marcus standing next to her, holding the door open and offering her his hand.
"Are you sure, you okay?" she heard him asking. "You seem miles and miles away since a good hour or so. Anything happened?"
Penelope shock her head quickly, smiling at him. "No, everything's fine. Just a bit tired, but that's all," she answered quickly, hoping he would buy it. "But I had a wonderful evening. Thank you."
They stood in front of her entrance and he smiled at her, looking at her somehow adoringly, before asking whether they could do it again some time.
Penelope was about to jump for joy, she really liked this guy and was sure they would be wonderful together. So far they had been on two dates and they shared wonderful chemistry. Not the chemistry she and Morgan shared, but that was hard to reach anyway.
Morgan. Once again she had to think about him. And she honestly didn't want to think about him now, not when she had a cute looking guy asking her for a third date. She needed to focus and chase him away, out of her thoughts.
Before she knew what she was actually doing, she leaned forwards, pressing her lips softly against Marcus's. She noticed he hadn't expected that, but after a second or two responded.
And his lips felt good, soft and warm, although a bit chapped.
When pulling back she smiled at him, saw his slightly surprised expression and said "Good night" before getting inside the building.
Oh boy, was she in trouble.
