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Why oh why did Nicole send this to me with no advance notice? I was shocked she even sent me anything after what happened at her party. One thing was for sure. I was never getting personal mail sent to work again—especially now that the apartment building door had been repaired.
I sent a thank-you message to Nicole. Then I lay on my bed, buried my face in my pillow, and let out a muffled groan of frustration.
How am I ever going to live this down?
I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head. Neil opening the package, the vibrator shimmying on the floor, the look of utter discombobulation on Neil’s face…
Agggh!
I released another wail into my pillow, followed by a round of punches until I ran out of energy, and the exasperation faded into reluctant acceptance. I turned onto my back, my lumpy old mattress squeaking beneath me.
It’s no big deal. I’m an adult woman with sexual needs. Who cares if Neil saw the vibrator? Every woman has one.
Well, not every woman. I had never owned one until now.
I glanced at the top drawer of my bedside table, suddenly curious. My heart started to beat faster. Before I knew what I was doing, I opened the drawer. The pink vibrator lay among the compartments where I stored my jewellery and accessories. I picked up the device and felt it in my hands. It was lightweight, with a matte rubber surface. I turned it on. It buzzed powerfully against my palm. A wave of excitement came over me.
I wanted to use it. I had to use it. Now.
I scrambled to get out of my pants and flung myself back onto the bed. My heart pounded as I moved the vibrator up my inner thigh towards the throbbing ache between my legs…
A shrill sound rang out from elsewhere in the room, almost giving me a heart attack. My work phone. I rarely received calls outside of my office hours, so I figured it must be important.
The phone continued to ring as I struggled to turn off the obnoxiously loud vibrator. The off button did nothing. I pressed it harder and repeatedly with no result.
Ugh. Piece of junk.
The phone had rung so many times by now I was sure it was about to stop. I tossed the vibrator under my duvet to muffle the sound and took my phone as far away from the bed as my confined space allowed.
The caller displayed on the screen was Neil Kingston.
“Yes?” I answered, breathless.
“Sorry for calling you after hours.”
His voice was smooth and deep. A treat to my ears, even at a time like this.
“It’s no problem,” I panted.
“Are you okay?”
“I was just… in the middle of something.”
“Oh? You sound… Hmm. Never mind.”
Could he tell? Did he know what I was just doing? Oh my God. Could he hear it?
I knew I was being irrational, but the slim possibility he might know weighed on my mind.
“What were you calling me about?” I asked, eager to change the subject.
“The meeting tomorrow at three—it has been moved to nine in the morning. I want you there, so don’t be late. We need to leave at quarter to nine at the latest.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
“All right. That’s all I needed to say. I’ll leave you to… whatever you were doing. Have a good evening.”
It sounded like he had emphasised certain words just then, but it might have been my imagination.
