�Let me look at you,� said Morgan, using whatever strength she could muster to pull away. Morgan stared him up and down. �Dockers. Navy blue button down. Leather jacket. Very nice to say the least.�
�Thanks, not too shabby yourself,� he replied. Morgan could feel his eyes wander the length of her body as she cursed herself for wishing he was undressing her that very moment.
�After you.� Apolo pulled out Morgan�s chair. She hesitated, then smiled.
�You know, being a gentleman doesn�t make up for being half an hour late. And I don�t plan on worshipping your soul patch, either,� she quipped, taking her seat.
Apolo laughed. �That�s definitely a relief, not a punishment. Anyway, sorry for being late. I had to help my dad close up his shop.�
�You�re such a sweetheart," joked Morgan.
�Yeah, I try,� he chuckled, the sound of his laugh, lilting over the clattered sound of bus boys and mindless chatter.
�So, how have you been? I want to hear it all. Olympics, training, talk shows, and perhaps, Chris Klug!� Morgan said excitedly as she relaxed into her chair.
�Okay, well, Olympics. Very good. Happy about my medals. Training, haven�t been there in awhile, but I�m going back in about two weeks. Chris Klug has a girlfriend, sorry Morgan, and yes, they�re very serious. And Leno and all the coverage, friggin� nerve-wracking!�
Morgan laughed as she pulled the chopstick out of her hair and let the strands cascade down her shoulders. �Well, you handled it very well in my opinion. And you definitely had the charm going full blast. But just a reminder, stick to the ice. I thought you were more amazing out there than in any of those interviews.�
�Thanks Morg.� Apolo�s lips curve into her favorite smile, the one that seemed to exude all the joy in his 5�8�� frame. �You always know what to say to make a guy feel good.�
�It�s a certain knack, I suppose. Oh! Before I forget, I did happen to notice all that lip smacking you did on Leno. I haven�t seen that in awhile.� Morgan giggled as she finally remembered to take off her jacket, draping it lazily on the table.
Apolo leaned closer, his face only inches away from hers. �What lip smacking? Like this?� He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, taking his sweet time, knowing full well the torture he was putting her through.
�Get away! Freak�� she replied, shoving him back in his seat, grinning all the while. �You piss me off.�
�Yeah, but that�s why I love you, you feisty mamacita. And besides, you didn�t seem too mad during that one time in the library when I put my tongue between��
�Ahem.� Morgan and Apolo both looked up only to stare at a fidgeting waiter, obviously one who had overheard their conversation. �Excuse me, Mr. Ohno, would you like to order anything?�
�Sure,� he answered, scanning the menu. �Umm�I�ll have the��
Apolo glanced at Morgan. Her mouth arched into an evil grin as she grabbed an ice cube from her water and began to glide it along the scoop neck of her top. She let it melt along the curves of her breasts, the cool water dripping down her cleavage, then finally put what was left of the ice in her mouth. Morgan finally returned Apolo�s stare, eyes full of innocence like those of a young doe
�The what?� The waiter tapped his pen impatiently on his notepad.
�Uh, just some water.� He watched Morgan suckle the remaining water droplets off her finger, bobbing it in and out of her mouth.
The waiter stalked off in a huff as Apolo leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on Morgan. �You suck,� he said, playfully tossing a glare at her.
Morgan wiped the water from her chest with the napkin and smiled. �I know. And I do it well.�