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Angry at myself for reacting, yet again, my voice comes out harsher than intended. ‘What are you doing here?’
She pauses mid dildo reach. ‘I-I was decorating.’
I have no idea what she’s talking about. Maybe I have a concussion. I press the can harder into my eye socket.
At my continued silence, Alice starts tossing dicks in the suitcase again. ‘Chase said you wouldn’t be here.’ She fists tiny bags full of sparkly things with both hands and drops them in after the toys. ‘I knew I should’ve said no.’ The last is said under her breath before she drops onto her knees to reach something that has rolled under the bar’s overhang.
‘Wait.’ I take a breath, trying to regroup. ‘Why are you decorating in my suite?’
‘Because this is where the bachelorette party is going to…’ Alice pauses, dildo in hand. This one a more average size than the one she swung at me, but electric purple in color.
My uninjured eye stays focused on the cock that Alice’s thumbs are sliding up and down, like an absent-minded mating dance.
The throbbing not in my eye worsens.
‘You did agree to host Campbell’s bachelorette party here, right?’ Her voice breaks at the end, helping me focus on something other than the purple dick in the room. ‘Chase said that since Mike has a problem, with, uh…’ She waggles the dildo in her hand.
‘Chase?’ I struggle to a seated position, one hand holding the can to my eye, the other keeping my robe closed. I move too quickly and the room spins while I fight the urge to vomit. ‘Fuck.’ I close my eyes and widen my nostrils, trying to take deep, calming breaths.
It isn’t lost on me how the shoe is now on the other foot. Or nausea.
Remembering how Alice said closing her eyes made her nausea worse, I open them. Or try to. The swollen skin pinches. ‘Dammit.’
‘Should I call the front desk and see if there’s a doctor?’ She’s resting on her haunches, as if poised to spring-load into motion at a word from me.
I wave away her concern. ‘I’m fine.’ Which is physically and emotionally untrue, but the truth is not something either she or I would find useful at the moment.
Because the truth is I’ve realized the reason why I’ve been so acutely aware of her these past few months.
It’s why, though still a poor hairstyle choice, Alice’s past bluntly cut bangs had made it near impossible for me to look away from her large, enchanting eyes. Why, when I should’ve been working in my office, I found myself circulating the sales floors, scanning for signs of her and her displays.
All these instances, which had initially confused and frustrated me, suddenly shifted together like pieces of a puzzle in the aftermath of spending far too long stroking myself to various detailed fantasies in the shower – all of which had centered around her.
The truth is, I’m attracted to Alice Truman. Sexually. And that makes me no better than my father.
* * *
‘Swap the purple dildo with the green one.’ I point to the putrid-colored dildo in Alice’s hand.
Phallic candles, phallic drinking glasses, phallic plates and even phallic-tipped straws are arranged around the suite’s living area, while serving dishes await the food and beverage’s eminent arrival via room service.
‘You think?’ Alice clocks each dildo on the table, as if evaluating their size and color. Her demeanor a veritable one-eighty from a few minutes ago when I was sprawled out on the suite floor in my bathrobe.
When I retreated to the bedroom to dress, Alice threw herself into visual merchandiser mode, setting up for the party as if she was preparing a penis sale at the National Gallery. The work seems to have calmed her nervous energy.
I flip the hand not holding a cold canned beverage to my face, palm up, to Alice.
Passing me the lime baton, she steps back as I swap the dildos. ‘Huh.’ Her eyes move over the arrangement. ‘You’re right.’
‘Indeed.’ I try not to take offense at her surprise.
When she doesn’t say anything more, I swivel my head around to look at her with my one good eye. Her top teeth are biting into her lower lip, her eyes focused on the purple pussy-eater in my hand.
She giggles.
It’s the first time I’ve ever been laughed at.
Catching sight of my expression, she coughs to mask her amusement. ‘Sorry.’
