Dream Love
He tossed his head back in laughter and said, “Most women would find it appealing.”
“I’m not most women,” I grumbled.
“Indeed you’re not,” he cooed. “You’re my woman and I love you.”
“You can’t buy me, Marc,” I warned.
“I never thought I could,” he said, “but if I have the means to keep you safe and happy, then why not use them?”
“It seems so extravagant,” I said.
“So, go on Monster.com and find yourself a telecommuting job. I know they exist,” he said.