Ella scrunched her nose again. "Unless the plots are completely different! The second book takes us to the African countryside. Malik has a huge dong, and all the women in his tribe a terrified. Then London-native Arielle takes a trek to Africa and meets Malik. Good for him, she's just the kind of woman who can handle a huge dong. Will they be a match made in heaven? Find out in Isn't it Frightfully Good to Have a Dong?" She laughed. Merlin, she might actually need to write these books now.
As his thumb absent-mindedly made its round across her thumb, the hand she'd had around his shoulders moved to unintentionally play at his neck where his hair line lay. She'd never been this touchy-feely. Perhaps his drunken mood was rubbing off on her. She didn't mind so much, though. It wasn't awkward or necessary to ask questions; everything just was what it was.
"Yeah, don't remind me," she rolled her eyes. "I still say they should let me take exams early and get out of here," she reaffirmed. "And I think that's a plan," she looked down at him, her eyes glinting, "the whole world-ruling thing with you." She grinned. "I'll be the new etiquette teacher with my books," she winked, "and Headmistress, too!"