Page 34 of Toy Shop

Ben-Wa balls.

The vibrating kind.

Um.

Okay.

Not your regular customer, after all.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Nola

The testing room is where there are no CCTV cameras. They’re there for customers who want to try on sexy outfits, and some test the vibrators’…abilities. Above clothes, that is.

Starting today, however, Alistair will declare it as our room as well.

How he found out about this secret, I could only assume. My educated guess is billions plus intentions result in sexy surprises. And the idea of being sexy with him makes the stalking not a bit creepy.

It makes it hot. It also allows hope to prevail. He should be at work at this hour, running an empire, managing people. Yet here he is, in Roger’s shop, prioritizing me on top of everything else.

Please, let it mean he missed me.

Warily, I sneak a glance at Alistair, my speaking abilities reduced to nothing.

“Miss.” The timber of his voice echoes down to my lady parts.

Who needs a vibrating anything when his words cause an earthquake scale of seven to my body?

“Yes?” I place the phone in the top drawer under the register.

“The latest Spiller’s cock ring. Do you have it here?” His facial muscles are so relaxed, you’d think he’s actually considering buying something and didn’t just send me a text to hook up in my workplace.

One look at the vacant space between the rest of the cock-rings confirms my suspicions. Alistair sought the one brand we’re missing so he could pave the way for me to go to the back.

“Well?”

I summon my big tits energy (yes, it’s a thing), lift my chin, and answer, “Yes, sir. They’re in the back. I’m on it.”

“Thank you,” he drawls. The sexiness in his accentuated Southern twang sends me packing, and I scurry to the back.

The next minute is spent looking at the tallest rack, pretending to reach the top, doing this weird, awkward hop. Then I walk to another shelf, pulling out the Ben-Wa vibrating balls magically waiting there for me.

“Excuse me?” I unveil the part separating the back from the shop’s front.

Alistair’s black, brand-new shoes creak on the wooden floor as he prowls toward me. His demeanor radiates cold and detached, the pretense of us being strangers meeting for the first time. “You found them?”

“I have. It’s just, the box is on the top shelf and I can’t reach.”

This role-playing game turns out to be more arousing than I could ever imagine. I take on the damsel-in-distress attitude, leaving my superwoman approach aside.

My request is a half-whining, “You’re so tall, though. Could you lend me a hand, please?”

“Absolutely.” He closes the short distance left between us. “Show me where.”

“It’s right over there.” I guide him behind a second curtain to the storage room, point it out.

He grabs whatever’s on the top rack with ease. His face is inches from mine in the confined space of the storage room. “I’d like to try it.”

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