“Okay, all ready.” Ellie walked into the living room about fifteen minutes later, carrying a small bag.
“Damn, that was almost as fast as my shower.” He stood from the couch. “Did you use soap?”
“Of course.” She rolled her eyes at him, but she was obviously in a better mood and she looked fabulous. She wore black slacks that hugged her hips and made his hand itch to spank that round, firm ass and a green and black sweater with a high collar that hid her hickey.
She walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through a drawer.
“Do you need me to carry anything down to the car?”
“Like what?” She glanced at him as she pulled out a paper and pen and moved to the table.
“Presents.”
“No. I give everyone cash.” She scribbled something on the paper.
“Cash?” His mother would skin his hide
