It’s early evening, and I’m sitting in the back of a stretch limo with Morgan beside me. Niran, the owner of Ananda, and his wife, Noon, are sitting opposite us. We are on our way to watch a Thai boxing match—at the insistence of Niran.

I figured we’d probably just go out for dinner and drinks with them, but apparently, Thai boxing is the thing to do here.

Should be interesting.

Morgan and I went to Ananda today and spent the day looking around the factory and meeting with Niran and his staff.

I learned a few things today. Apparently, Morgan can speak Thai—hot as fuck. Even though Niran can speak fluent English, Morgan would at times speak to him in his native language. I got a semi from just listening to her speak.

I also learned that Ananda had some great fucking silk. Better than our Chinese supplier to be brutally honest.

I’m surprised no other company has swooped in and bought up all their stock. But I’m also really fucking glad they haven’t.

I was really impressed while walking around the factory. It was a larger setup than I had expected. And the materials were of incredible quality. Seeing it all, watching Morgan’s face light up at the prospect of her idea coming to life, was quite simply fucking awesome.

I slide a glance at Morgan.

She’s looking extra fuckable tonight.

She has on a sleeveless white dress. Low cut in the bust and shorter on the legs than I’ve ever seen her wear. I’m guessing it’s because of the heat here. Thank you, Thailand. So, she’s showing plenty of those golden pins. I’m finding it hard not to spend the whole car journey just staring at her legs.

I keep imagining them wrapped around my waist while I fuck her.

She’s wearing flat sandals on her feet, which is different, too, because Morgan is always in heels in the office. She looks so much smaller with the flats. She’s not particularly short for a woman. I’d say she’s about five-seven or five-eight. But I’m six-three, so she’s a hell of a lot smaller than I am.

I stare at her feet. She even has pretty feet. Her toenails are painted pink, and there’s a toe ring on her second toe.

I want to take those sandals off her feet. Kiss my way up her instep and up her leg, right up to the apex of her thigh, push her panties to the side, and lick a path up her pussy.

And, now, I’m hard. I shift in the seat, moving my leg to hide my stiffy, as I think about the silkworms and pupa that Niran showed us today, which they use to make the silk. He even had me touch them.

Fucking gross.

But thinking of that does the trick, and my cock is down again, which is good, as we’ve reached the Phichit Boxing Stadium. Well, I say stadium, but it looks more like a bar or a seedy strip joint from the outside. It’s just on the main street, nestled in between bars and restaurants. The entrance is open, and a guy is sitting on a stool.

The driver opens the door for us. Niran gestures for me to get out first, so I do. I climb out the car, and then I hold a hand out to help Morgan out. She takes it, and I curl my fingers around her hand, loving the feel of her soft skin, imagining how it would feel around my cock.

I hate to let her go, but I have to. I don’t want to weird her out by keeping hold of her hand. I have to take things slow with Morgan. Show her what an awesome guy I really am. We’re only just back on even footing, and I don’t want to fuck things up by rushing it.

Niran gets out of the car, helps his wife out, and then walks over to the guy on the stool.

They shake hands and exchange words, and then Niran gives him some money.

He gestures for us to follow him inside.

This place looks shady as fuck. I put a protective hand on Morgan’s lower back as we start to walk inside. She shivers under my touch. I hold back my smile.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this place,” I whisper to Morgan as Niran and Noon walk on ahead.

“It’s fine.”

“You say that now. You won’t be saying that when we get murdered.”

Amused, innocent eyes flicker up to mine. “Stop being a pussy, Wilder. We’re not going to get murdered in here.”

“Hey! I’m not a pussy. I’m all man, I’ll have you know. Total badass.” I have the urge to flex my muscles to show her just how tough I am.

“Sure you are, Cross.” She pats my chest with her hand.

Niran is holding open the door to the arena as we approach.

Morgan leans close to my ear and whispers, “Do you want me to go in first, check out the place, and make sure no murderers are in there, waiting to kill you?”

I lean back and look into her laughing eyes. “You’re hilarious,” I mutter. I move past her, going through the door first.

The sound of her tinkling laughter behind me lights me up inside.

I step inside the arena, which is just basically a large room with a boxing ring in the middle, surrounded by rows of tables with seating, and a bar around the edges.

“I got a table close to the front for us,” Niran tells me.

Morgan and I follow Niran and Noon over to our table. Noon sits first, Morgan takes the seat next to her, then I sit next to Morgan, and Niran takes the seat next to me.

Niran pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “You smoke?” He offers me one.

“No.”

“You mind if I do?”

“Not at all.”

I hate smoking. Fucking detest it. But plenty of people are already smoking in here, so I’d have just looked like an ass if I’d said I had a problem with him smoking.

“Morgan?” He offers a cigarette to her, and she declines.

Niran passes the cigarette pack down to his wife, and each of them lights one up.

A waitress appears to take our drink orders.

I order a Heineken, and Morgan orders her usual of vodka, soda, and lime. Niran orders a beer, like me, and Noon orders a glass of wine.

Noon and Morgan are chatting away, so I make conversation with Niran while we wait for our drinks to arrive.

“So, tell me about the rules of Thai boxing,” I say to Niran.

“Okay, so Muay Thai, as we call it here, is known as the art of eight limbs because hands, elbows, knees, and legs can be used to attack your opponent. So, there is the Chok technique, which is punching. Sok, which uses the elbows.”

“You can use your elbows in Thai boxing?”

“Yes.” He nods, smiling.

“Sounds brutal.”

“The fighters are well trained. Train every day. And they fight once a week. But most professional boxers retire early.”

I nod in understanding. Basically, they get the shit kicked out of them on the regular, so their bodies are fucked up at a young age.

Sounds fun.

“Okay, so where was I? Oh, yes, next there is Te, which involves kicking. That’s one of the most used fight actions in Muay Thai. Also, Thip, which is a foot-thrust, and Chap Kho, which is clinch and neck-wrestling.”

“So, basically, they just get in the ring and beat the hell out of each other?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “But it is also an art form. Very entertaining to watch. You will like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

The waitress comes over with our drinks.

I glance at Morgan, and she meets my eyes with a smile.

“Oh, the first fight is about to begin.” Niran claps his hands.

I watch as two pint-sized guys get into the ring.

“So, who are we cheering for?” I ask Niran.

“Sot Ponlid. He is the one on the right.”

“He is our favorite boxer,” Noon tells me.

“Okay. So…go Sot.” I give an encouraging fist pump.

Morgan laughs at me. “You’re such a dork.”

“No. I’m badass. We’ve already talked about this.”

I grin at her, and she laughs again. My whole body warms. But not in a sexual way. I don’t know how to describe it. All I do know is, I’ve discovered that I love making her laugh.

Morgan’s laughter is awesome. She laughs without abandon, and the sound is contagious.

Making her laugh is my new favorite thing to do.

But I’m sure, when I get her flat on her back and under me, a whole host of other things will become my new favorite things to do to Morgan.