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“I know you watch out for me,” I said. “I appreciate it.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Scarlet.”
She opened a drawer and lifted out a small blue shiny gift bag. “The girls and I have gotten you a little something.” She raised her hand. “Much thought and deliberation went into it. We believe it may just save you.”
I wondered for a second if it was pepper spray, but then again I was a fast learner. “You bought me a toy?” I said.
“We need to lesson that...need.”
My cheeks flushed wildly.
“Turn this on full and rest it on your clitoris.” She glanced at her watch. “Report back to me once you’re done.”
“What? When?”
“Now.”
“Now?”
“Sweet Mia, you’re walking around a BDSM club oozing enough innocent sexual magnetism to make our most seasoned clients come in their pants.” She handed me the bag. “I’m doing this for them as much as I am you.”
I clutched the bag to my chest. “Can I take it home?”
“No. Keep it in your desk and use it frequently, please.” She widened her eyes. “Use Richard’s office. He’s with a client. He has a lock on his door.”
I hesitated.
“Mia, be a good girl.” She emphasized with a pointed finger. “Ensure you have twoorgasms before you return to me.” She shooed me out. “Take your time. No one will disturb you.”
“This is all very clinical.”
“Do you require my assistance?”
“No.”
“Unlike Monsieur Trouville, I will know whether you have utilized this gift. We’ll have some tea afterwards.”
“Can I use it later?”
“No.”
“How about the spa?”
“Shall I whip you while you’re using it?” She gave a wry smile. “I’m sure we’d both enjoy that.”
I hurried out of there with the bag in hand, my cheeks burning up.
Once inside Richard’s office, I locked the door. No way was I using this thing. And certainly not in here. With the gift out of the bag, I studied the oval silver vibrator which was apparently called a magic friend according to the box.
I plopped down onto the leather sofa, defeated.
Maybe Scarlet had a point? If I took my need for Richard down a notch it might be easier to stop fantasizing about him. Although I rarely touched myself down there, something told me Scarlet knew a thing or two about this stuff. She probably knew everything there was to know about sex. There was something reassuring about being around a woman like that. I’d never want to disappoint her. Or Lotte. Having sent me into Scarlet’s office, Lotte must have known about this.
I ripped open the box. At least this would make it look like I’d followed through on Scarlet’s command. My heart thundered in my chest as though she stood before me now, tapping her whip and waiting for me to perform. Waiting for me to come.
After closing the blinds and checking the door once again to ensure it really was locked, I made my way back to the couch. At least she’d think I’d gone through with it.
