Page 145 of Mayhem and Minnie

“You wanted to make sure my cock works before you married me. Do I have that right?”

“Well…” She bites her lip.

“Good God, Minnie. You’ll only marry me if my cock works?” I ask in feigned outrage.

Our waitress just rounds the corner when she hears me. Mortified, she immediately turns to leave.

“Keep it down, Marlowe. You can’t keep saying c-c-c…”

“Cock?”

“That. Stop saying it.”

“Or what, you won’t marry me?”

Her eyes flash at me, shooting me daggers.

“Perhaps I won’t,” she quips.

“I didn’t ask.” I shrug.

“You will ask.”

“I have no plans of getting married.”

“Yes, you do,” she states more emphatically. “I’m your girlfriend now. The next step, the obvious step for you humans, is marriage. You will bond with me.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, pet,” I say with a chuckle. But the truth is that her words leave me a bit flustered too—just a bit, though.

So she wants to marry me, huh?

This time, the prospect isn’t as daunting. In fact, it might prove to be quite exciting.

She’ll be mine then. On paper. In front of the law.

No one would be able to take her away from me.

“You’ll bond with me, Marlowe,” she continues, straightening her back. “If you want to get in my dress, you’ll have to bond with me.”

“I think you mean in your pants,” I add dryly.

“I’m not wearing pants.” She narrows her eyes at me.

I open my mouth to point out it’s an idiom but then remember idioms aren’t her strong suit anyway.

“So that’s it? If I want to fuck you, I must marry you?”

“Precisely.” She pushes her chin up in defiance.

“Why?”

Not that I’m averse to marrying her. Perhaps I should look into that today. But there’s still the matter of her muddy past. And now that aloof brother of hers. Just who the hell is her family?

And more importantly, do I care?

Surprisingly, not really.

“Because a true bonding is sacred,” she adds with a small smile. “And if we do it right… The fates might look favorably upon us.”

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