Page 61 of Santa's Baby

“No, I don’t have a seat cover, but I do have a valet company. Don’t worry your beautiful head about it.”

“Beautiful head? Yeah, right.” I laugh and give amwah.“I’m covered in cum and my hair is in piss soaked ringlets, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I’m well aware of that,Creamgirl.”

“You must be bloody bonkers then.”

My own brash voice is grating at me, but I can’t help it. I’m so nervous, I rely on my usual manner, where it’s safe.

I slide my throbbing ass into the seat and suck in breaths once Reuben shuts the door for me, trying to stay calm. My stare is fixed on him as he walks around to get in the other side. He fastens his seatbelt, starts up the car and turns out of the drive without so much as breaking a sweat.

“Seatbelt please, Tiffany,” he says, eyes on the road.

Seatbelt, right. I pull it over my big tits and buckle up.

This is so fucking weird, it’s insane.

“There’s a bottle of chilled water for you in the glove box,” he says.

“Thanks.”

I’m so thirsty, I down the whole thing in two long slugs.

“That really hit the spot,” I tell him. “Thanks for that.”

“Not a problem,” he says. “Are you ok? You’ve had quite a night.”

I narrow my eyes, still trying to comprehend this level of craziness.

“At the glory wall? Yeah, no big deal. I’ve been there plenty.” I twist in my seat a little. “Seriously, Reuben, what’s going on here? It’s freaking me out.”

He indicates right at the next turn, his eyes on the road.

“Check the Agency app, and things will make a little more sense.”

I fish my phone from my bag and see an Agency notification waiting for me. It’s from User 5639, asking for his proposal to be rescheduled.

To this morning.

Now.

“Why did you need the proposal moved? Did something come up? I could have fitted you in somewhere else, you didn’t have to grab me on the back of the glory wall.”

“No. Nothing came up. It was all on me.”

He’s smiling at the road, not wound up or pissed at me. It’s another wave of surreal that has my heart thumping.

“The question is,” he says. “Are you going to accept it?”

“The proposal? That’s hardly a question.” I click accept and show him the screen with atadaas we pull up at some traffic lights. “So, where are we going?”

“I have nowhere pre-booked.”

“Nowhere?”

“It was an impromptu decision. So it might be a more traditional affair ofyour place or minethis time around, unless we grab a standard double.”

There is no chance I’d want Reuben bumping into Ells or Josh in the elevator at mine, so Belgravia is off the cards, and a standard double hotel room when I’m covered in piss? Not the best after the night I’ve had.