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The silicone dildo stretched her inch by inch as she pushed it inside. While she enjoyed toys, there was nothing like the real thing. Beth let her imagination take over and pretended it was Drew pushing his way inside her. Drew making her breath hitch. Drew pumping in and out of her faster and faster.
She approached her peak and increased the pressure against her clit. It was enough to send her barreling over the edge.
As her high faded, she was struck with a fit of giggles. Over the last few months, she’d pleasured herself plenty. None of them had been as intense as what she’d just experienced. She had no idea if it was because of the afternoon she’d spent with Drew, or if it was because she’d imagined it was him, instead of some faceless man who happened to have a very talented appendage. Either way, she was feeling extremely sleepy.
Beth opened the drain and forced herself out of the tub. As she dried herself off and got ready for bed, she began humming. It was crazy how happy she was. Nothing had even happened with Drew yet. Okay, that wasn’t true. They’d kissed. And, boy, what a kiss it was. There was definitely chemistry there. She’d felt it down to the tips of her toes.
She strolled naked into her bedroom and plucked one of her favorite nightshirts out of her dresser, humming the entire time. After running a brush through her hair, she slipped under the covers. There was a lot she’d need to do before her date on Saturday, but she’d worry about that tomorrow. Letting her eyelids close, she fell into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning started normal enough. Her alarm went off at five, and by six thirty she was elbow-deep in bread dough. She was in the process of taking a fresh loaf of bread out of the oven right before noon when Tommy popped his head back in the kitchen. “Delivery.”
Beth made sure nothing was in immediate danger of burning before going out front. She had a feeling she might be getting more flowers, and she was right.
“Are you going to read the card?” Tommy was in his element.
“Well, of course I am.”
She had her hand poised inches above the card when it dawned on her that every customer had their eyes trained on her. Every one of them stared at her full of curious anticipation. Mrs. Carlisle—an older woman who came into the café almost every morning—was sitting at a table not far from the counter with her husband of nearly forty years. She held her hands clutched to her chest, a huge grin on her face. They were all waiting.
Heat flooded Beth’s cheeks. She grabbed her flowers and made a mad dash toward the kitchen.
Unfortunately, she didn’t get far before she heard a familiar voice. “Who sent the flowers?”
She looked up and all signs of her blush vanished. There, standing near the door, was Ben.
“You need to leave.” Beth resumed her path toward the kitchen and didn’t look back.
She heard some rustling and raised voices, but remained hidden. Maybe it was cowardly, but Ben was the last person she wanted to deal with. Not now. Not when she was finally getting her life in order.
Beth had no idea how much time had passed, but she didn’t think it was more than a few minutes when Tommy came back to check on her. “Are you all right?”
She nodded. “I’m fine. Is he gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
Tommy reached for some gloves, and she realized he was planning to work on the sandwiches she was supposed to be making.
“I can get those,” she said. “Why don’t you go back out front and make sure no one needs a refill on their coffee. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of back here.”
He looked unsure. “I can help.”
Beth shook her head. “I’ve got it. Promise.”
The smile she gave him was weak, but it was the best she could do. Ben showing up had thrown her. The last time she’d been somewhat prepared. This time . . .
She placed the fresh loaf of bread in the slicer and began assembling the sandwiches for her customers. Why was he here? Why now?
As quickly as she could, Beth rushed the sandwiches out to the customers who ordered them. She didn’t miss the sympathetic looks she received from her regulars. Many of them had been around when she and Ben had been a couple. They all knew things had ended between them. Some even knew it ended badly. She hated their looks of pity.
Plastering a smile on her face, she finished her task, and then returned to the kitchen. Her gaze fell on the flowers Drew sent. Ben had taken that moment of joy away from her and she hated him for it.
She ran her fingers over the delicate blooms—tulips this time—and extracted the card.
Beth,
I hope you enjoyed our hike as much as I did.
