“Nothing.” She taps the middle of her forehead with her index finger. “I thought I put that item in the shopping cart in my personal account, but obviously, I was mistaken. I must have been logged into the Garent Industries account when I did that.”
It’s an innocent mistake, but I let her go on because she’s still drilling away at that nail polish.
“Right before Duke left, he told me to work at home for a day, so I brought my office laptop here.” She sighs. “That was the day I was looking for a new… anyways, I added it to my cart so I could think about it. When I went to order the pens today, I didn’t check the cart. That was my mistake. I’ll return the fun and done tomorrow.”
I huff out a laugh. “Fun and done?”
Her eyes widen with the realization that she let those words slip out. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You call that,” I pause to jerk a thumb over my shoulder at the box sitting on her foyer table. “You call it a fun and done?”
I have to admit I’ve heard a host of names batted around for vibrators, but this is the first time I’ve heard anyone call one that.
She crosses her legs and then uncrosses them. “That’s what it is. I have fun with it, and then it’s done, and I put it away.”
I give her credit for not buckling during this conversation. She’s held her own, even looking me straight in the eye when she delivered the answer to my last question.
We’re stepping dangerously close to a line that I can’t cross. I want to tell her to trash the thing and show me the way to her bedroom. She’s doesn’t need anything between her legs but me.
“I’ll return it first thing in the morning.” Rising to her feet, she looks toward the foyer. “If that’s all, I’ll show you to the door.”
I can see the fucking door from where I’m sitting, but I take the hint and stand. Buttoning my suit jacket, I look her over.
This woman shouldn’t be so pent up with sexual energy that she has to resort to a toy so often that she wears the damn thing out. She can go at me all night and into next week if she wants.
My cock hardens against the inside of my jeans. That’s my cue to take off. “I’ll see you in the morning, Isabella.”
She leads the way to the door, her ass swaying with each step she takes. The need inside of me only grows. I’m going to have to go home and stroke one out to the thought of her. I’ve done that too many times to count since she started working for me.
Looking up at me, the gray flecks dance inside her blue irises. “I’m sorry, Mr. Adler. Can we forget this ever happened?”
“Barrett,” I correct her as I lean down. “I want you to call me Barrett.”
“Barrett,” she repeats in a hushed whisper. “I’ll send it back tomorrow, and we’ll never speak of it again? You won’t mention it to anyone?”
She wants my reassurance that I won’t tell Ivan, so I give her that and more. “Consider this our secret.”
Her lips curve into a smile. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”
“Maybe I’m not.” My gaze roams her face, following the curve of her neck until I reach the valley between her full breasts. When I look back into her eyes, there’s a question there waiting to be asked. “Is there anything else we should talk about, Isabella?”
With the softest touch of her hand to the center of her chest, she shakes her head. “There’s nothing else. Goodnight.”
Caught in her spell, I somehow make me way out of her apartment and into the elevator. When the doors slide shut, I let out a deep exhale. “You’re fucked, Adler. You are so fucked.”
Chapter 30
Bella
I should be proud of myself for the way I handled things last night, but I’m too tired to feel anything but numb. I finally gave up trying to sleep shortly after five this morning. I could hear Gina softly snoring behind her bedroom door, so I quietly showered, dried my hair, and applied my makeup.
I put on a pair of black pants and a light pink sleeveless blouse. It’s not my best look, but with the cute white fitted blazer I slid on over the blouse, it’s presentable enough for a day in the office.
After Barrett left my apartment last night, I paced the floor for over an hour thinking about what we talked about.
I was tempted to run out the door to another state to start a new life when he showed me the vibrator, but I made a promise to myself when I was nineteen that I’d never be ashamed of my sexuality.
I’m a woman. I like sex. I prefer it if it involves a man. That’s not always possible, so I take care of myself if I need to.