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Sorry, bit of rail road and plot dump here
"Are you saying you don't want to meet my family?" She clucked, hand on hip before she let him go shower, "Is there something wrong with my family, you didn't have a problem being intimate with my family last night!"
Lena suppressed the smile she felt at teasing Matt with a practiced ease born from years of training, if he thought she had forgotten about all his little quips and transgressions from the night before he was sadly mistaken.
Spinning lightly she spun on the ball of her foot floated back down the stairs daintily, leaving him to his shower. When he had finished and was ready to come down he would see her kissing Hannah lightly on the cheek before walking out the door. He would find her waiting on the stairs with her bag, hair tied back with a ribbon and her eyes shielded by large sunglasses that obviously cost too much for what they did. A dark limo was pulling up the drive and she quickly slapped his hand from around her waist as the car pulled to a stop.
"Control yourself, Darling," she pricked with barbs words again in her dissatisfied tone, "We're in public."
Matt may have well gulped as the drivers door of the limo opened the driver stepped out. If ever a man could have have picked him up and snapped him like a twig, it was this man, he had at least several inches in height and seemed to have been chiseled from muscle itself. The man's muscles flexed under his tailored suit as he strode up the stairs them, bowing slightly to Lena as she fanned herself lightly with her hand.
"Timothy, this is my husband," Lena introduced him, "Husband, this is Timothy, my Driver."
The man just death stared Matt, though if Lena noticed she made no mention of it and merely strolled down the stairs, leaving Timothy to collect her bags which he did with a grunt. Tim left the trunk open for Matt to stow his own bag, but when he walked around he saw the door to the back of the limo still open as Timothy climbed into the front like a gorilla in the suit.
Inside the limo he would find Lena kneeling on the back seat, her rear to him as she looked over her shoulder. The sound proof barrier to the drivers cabin was up, but more noticeably at first glance, Lena's skirt was hiked up over her hips, flashing him the neon pink, ice cream stained panties from yesterday.
"We're not in public anymore," she winked, without the condescending tone.