Page 3 of Stocking Stuffers
Without stopping to swoon, she continued, “I’ve also got a catalog for lingerie and underthings that you’re welcome to peruse. Our lingerie is size and gender inclusive with a select range of bras, garters, slips, undies, binders, compression gaffs, and strap-on bottoms, all with Lady Robin’s rock-and-roll flair. Now, does anyone have any questions?”
Louise raised her hand timidly.
“Yes?”
Louise bit her lip and glanced at Perry. He was a former Raunchy, so they were probably used to him being present, but Louise was obviously not comfortable asking this question in front of him.
Perry stood up abruptly. “Oh man, that eggnog smells amazing. I’ll be back.” He rushed toward the breakfast room where the food and drinks were set up. With a smile, Sasha watched his long legs and tight ass waltz from the room.
He was a blusherandconsiderate of women’s feelings. She wanted a bite.
Once he was gone, Louise laughed. “Gosh, sorry. I couldn’t ask this in front of him. Do you have anything in double-F sizing?”
“Definitely. Everything, including our bralettes.”
A few other book club members had questions about sizing and prices as well. As Sasha answered, another huge gust of wind made the house shudder and the lights flicker. She needed to hurry so she could get home before the roads were too treacherous for her Bug.
“Here are the order forms. I have some stock with me today, but if I don’t have what you want, we guarantee its arrival in five business days anywhere in the continental US. Feel free to check out the items on display. If no one has any questions, I’m going to run to the restroom real quick.”
Valerie directed Sasha to the closest bathroom in a hallway off the huge, gorgeous kitchen, which was also decorated with all manner of garland and Christmas candles. There was a centerpiece made of a grapevine wreath, red garden roses, and berries on the kitchen island. Sasha stopped and stared at it, her heartbeat in her throat.
It was eerily similar to the centerpieces she’d made a year ago for her wedding, only a lot fancier. Like a gut punch, it halted her in her tracks. Blood suddenly thundered in her ears, and her stomach pitched, a metallic taste hitting the back of her tongue. She had to squelch the urge to swipe the centerpiece off the counter and hurried out of the room instead.
Once Sasha was alone in the hallway, she leaned against the wall and tried to slow the frantic patter of her heartbeat. Her phone buzzed in her hand, which was more effective in distracting her than the deep breathing.
It was a weather alert. They were in a Blizzard Warning.
Fucking great.
She also had a text message from her older sister, Rosie.
Rosie:Roads are horrible on the west side of city. Hope you’re not out being wild.
Sasha:I’m wrapping up a Lady Robin’s party. Will leave soon.
Rosie was a worrier and a pessimist. Sasha was sure their little brother, Benji, had received a similar message.
Rosie:Who the hell plans a sex toy party right before X-mas? You need to get home now!
A laugh worked its way out of Sasha’s throat, surprising her.
Sasha:The dirtiest and coolest book club ever, that’s who. Sex toys make the best stocking stuffers.
Rosie:Very funny.
Sasha:I am. I’ll text when I leave. This place is out in the boonies, so I have at least an hour drive to get home.
It wasn’t really the boonies. There were plenty of other properties around, but to a city girl like Sasha, it might as well have been the great frontier.
“Sasha?”
She jumped at Perry’s deep voice and bobbled her phone until it slithered through her fingers and skittered across the floor. Thank God for super-protective cases.
“Baby Jesus!Stop making me drop things.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
He swooped down and picked up her cell phone. Their fingers brushed when he handed it back, and she shivered. He smelled of cedar.
