Free The Trillionaire's Lady (Trillionaire Wishes Book 2) by Ella Mansfield Page B

shouldn't drive, but he did.  He knew that they could do anything a man could.  That wasn't the issue.  It was something telling him that women couldn't drive.  Very weird.
    "That's fine.  Soon, though, okay?"
    "I promise."  He took her hand and guided her to the door.  "You ready to meet Jayn?"
    "What's she like?"  Megan was nervous about meeting a twenty-fourth century woman.  She'd probably be terribly sophisticated and want nothing to do with her.
    The whole way to the compound, Megan worried about meeting the new girl.  Tessen had never met her, so he couldn't really tell Megan anything about Jayn except that she was married to four men. 
    When they landed at the small gate built into a huge wall, Tessen pushed a speaker on a metal stand.  "Tessen and wife, Megan, here for lunch.  Porter said he'd meet us."
    "Wait."  Nothing else came out of the speaker.
    Megan looked at Tessen.  "Someone's rude."
    Tessen laughed.  "That's just how Porter is.  He was a mercenary for years, and he is always talking about how he can kill a man thirty-two ways with his bare hands."
    Megan wrinkled her nose.  "He sounds like a truly lovely person.  I can't wait to meet him."
    Tessen grinned, reaching out to squeeze her hand.  "I won't let him be around you any longer than absolutely necessary."
    The man that stood on the other side when the gate opened surprised Megan.  He didn't look that different than any man she'd ever seen despite his tight black clothes.  "What does he do for a living now?  You said he used to be a mercenary?"
    "He creates security systems for other trillionaires.   We need to get out so he can see you.  He doesn't trust anyone."  He opened his door and kept his hands carefully out to his sides.  "Good to see you Porter!"
    Porter nodded once to acknowledge the other man.  "This your wife?"
    Megan took a step forward.  "I'm Megan."
    "I hear you're from the twenty-first century."  Porter's eyes traveled up and down her body as if he was looking for a concealed weapon of some sort.
    Megan nodded.  "Yes, sir.  I am."
    Porter motioned with his hand for Megan and Tessen to move forward.  "Jayn is excited to have another woman to have lunch with her.  I swear, she's getting crazier by the day.  You'd think the baby was wrapped around her brain sucking her sanity from her rather than living in her uterus."
    Megan laughed softly.  "You've probably never been around a pregnant woman, but I assure you, that's perfectly normal.  All women get hormonal and crazy while they're pregnant."
    Porter sighed.  "The things we put up with to be married to a breeder."  He gestured to his small golf cart type conveyance, and Megan immediately took the seat in the back, leaving the front open for Tessen.  She didn't want to get any closer to Porter than absolutely necessary.
    When they reached the house, Jayn opened the door and rushed outside, ignoring Porter's shouts to stay indoors.  She rushed over to Megan and looked her up and down.  "I hope you're in the market for a new best friend, because I need a girl to talk to.  I'm tired of being surrounded by four men all the time."  She nodded at Porter.  "That one is making me crazy!"  Linking her arm through Megan's she led her into the house. 
    Megan looked behind her at Tessen who shrugged.  Turning back to Jayn, she asked, "So what are we having for lunch today?"
    "I don't know what we're having.  No one ever tells me anything.  It had better have beef, though, because I need some red meat.  I'm growing a boy and boys need red meat."
    Megan looked at Jayn.  "I can't even tell you're pregnant, and you already know the sex?"
    "Oh, we know instantly.  I almost wish it was guess work, but the pregnancy test said, 'Yes, a boy.'"  Jayn pulled Megan to the kitchen table and sat beside her.  "Porter made up this crazy story about you being from the twenty-first century.  Where are you really from?  Not from my community in Wisconsin, because