Page 13 of Dr. Billionaire
“Oh, pretty good. Busy, lots of work,” Mark said. “And how about you?”
“You know, same. I’ve been… well, not as busy as you probably, but applying to some jobs and stuff.”
“Very good. Any luck so far?”
“Not really… but I have a friend who knows a guy who might be looking to hire so, you know, things are looking up.”
That was all total bullshit.
She had gone back to holing up in her apartment the last couple of weeks now that the rent was paid, occasionally googling around for bartending jobs and touching her pussy to thoughts of Mark before falling asleep at night. It was pretty depressing when she thought about it.
Mark smiled again and then set his mug down, straightening up in a business-like manner. “So now we have the small talk out of the way. Tell me, Jenna. What made you finally reach out to me again?”
He knew how to get right to the point. “I guess I was just curious,” Jenna said slowly.
“Curious?” he probed.
“About… everything that happened last time.” She paused and glanced at Mark, who smirked, before continuing. “I guess I just wanted to know if that’s how it would always be when we’re together.”
Mark seemed to ponder for a moment before responding. He did that a lot, Jenna noticed. It was an attractive trait, how thoughtful he was. That was probably why he was so successful.
“Are you asking if I’ll always give you an exam when you come to my place?”
Jenna’s cheeks reddened. She hadn’t really thought through how to say what she had been thinking, and now that she was sitting here in front of him, all of her worries seemed a bit silly.
“Yeah. Like, will there always be weird stuff? Or are you… do you also… just have normal sex sometimes too?”
“Well you’ll always have a thermometer in your bottom.”
Jenna stared at him.
Mark chuckled. “I’m just kidding, Jenna. You want to know if I ever have normal sex. That’s an understandable question.”
Jenna let out a breath. “Jerk,” she mumbled.
Mark grinned. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our time together?”
“No, I did! I just… it was all pretty different for me.”
“Yes, I’m sure it was a new experience for you,” he conceded.
Jenna found herself growing flustered. She wasn’t communicating this the way she had hoped. She didn’t want him to think she didn’tlikewhat he did to her last time. She had replayed it in her mind far too many times with her hand down her pants since then for that to be the truth.
“I did enjoy it, though. I was just wondering if maybe sometimes?—”
Mark took her hand, cutting her off.
“This is an awful lot of questions for a young lady who simply wants to know what a ‘normal’ fucking from me would be like.”
Fuck. Itwaspretty simple when he put it like that.
Before she could say anything else, Mark stood, pulling her to stand with him.
“Did you drive here?” he asked her.
“No, I Uber’d,” she said.
“Perfect,” Mark said, “We’re going back to my place.”
