Page 74 of Man Seeking Woman

Ella tickled her fingertips up and down my back. “Wow,” she said, laying her head against the mirror and wearing a smile on her rosy face. “This has to be the best job I've ever had. I've never felt this good working before.”

Chuckling, I pulled my dick free and went to grab a hand towel from the bathroom. “Does this mean you're ready to start taking money from me now? I think you've earned it.”

“I'm still not pregnant. That's what you're paying me for, not the sex. I think if you paid me for the sex I'd feel like a prostitute, and that's not what I am.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know it's yours, all you have to do is ask.” Smoothing my hair, I pulled it back into a low ponytail and ran flat hands down the front of my shirt. “Alright, you ready?” I asked, rolling up my sleeve and looking at my watch. “We should have been there ten minutes ago.”

“She's going to hate me already, isn't she?” Ella pulled a long silver chain around her neck as she looked at me through the mirror.

“She hated you the second I mentioned you, but it's not your fault.” Taking the ends of the necklace from her, I clasped the two small rings together. Placing a kiss on the smooth skin of her neck, I tickled my fingers up and down the outside of her arms. “My mother hates everyone.”

“That's encouraging.”

“I'm only being honest,” I said, digging my chin into the crook of her neck and shoulder as I peered at her through the mirror. “You really are gorgeous.” Twining my fingers around hers, I led her out of the room and down to the garage.

“Where's Jerry?” she asked, looking around.

“He doesn't work nights, Dylan does. But not tonight, tonight I'm driving us.”

“Really?” Smirking, she squeezed my hand a little tighter. “Should I be afraid? How's your driving?”

“Baby, you never have to be afraid with me.” Pulling the keys from my pocket, I hit the unlock button.

Ella followed the beeping with her ears, looking for my car. “Is that your car?” Pointing at the small compact car in front of us, she twisted her face to look up at me.

“It is.”

“Can we both even fit in it?” Walking across the garage, Ella towered over the car in her stiletto heels.

“It's surprisingly bigger inside than it looks.” Opening her door, I fanned out my arm. “Go on, see for yourself.”

Ella was snickering as she slipped her long leg inside, trying to keep her dress from folding up to high. “I feel like a giant getting in this thing.”

“Are you picking on me about the size of my—”

“Yes, yes I am,” Ella said, cutting me off.

“You know they say a man who drives a big fancy car or truck is trying to make up for what they lack in the sex department. We both know that my tiny car certainly doesn't say anything about my size.” Winking, I shut her door and climbed in on the driver's side.

Ella's knees were sitting up high above her waist, her arms moving like she was having convulsions as she tried to find a comfortable spot to rest them. So she was right, with two people it was a little more cramped. Normally I was the only one in the car, and since I didn't do all that much driving, I didn't feel the need to get an over priced, over rated sports car just to show off my money.

A small compact smart car was perfect for me. I was able to park anywhere in the city, it was a hybrid, so it was good on gas and used electricity. Shit, I really only used it to get back and forth from work or to run a quick a errand or two if my drivers were away or sick, or if I just wanted to be alone and do something for myself.

“When did Matchbox start selling just add water cars?” Giggling, Ella gave me an elbow to the ribs playfully.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Alright, I'll stop, I just didn't expect this tiny car. It's good though, who needs some stupid fancy luxury car? It's a waste of money.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Pulling out of the garage, we drove to my mother's apartment uptown.

“So, how much does your mom know about all this?” Ella asked, moving her eyes from the window onto me.

“As far as I know, nothing.”

“That doesn't seem possible. Wouldn't she know something?”

“My parents got divorced when I was a kid, they were barely a part of each other's lives. The only reason either one still had to act like the other existed was because of me.”

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