Felicia

Monday Morning

I sit down at my desk, pull up Google, and punch the words, The Garden of Eden Sex Club Video into the search box. I can feel my heart beating as I wait for the results to fill the screen. This has become a habit the past few days. Luckily, there is nothing new out there. Brix was apparently being honest when he said that the video hadn’t been uploaded to the member’s area. I close my eyes and let out a long breath in an attempt to ease the constant tension that has taken hold of me. I’ve told Rex repeatedly ever since that I will never do anything like that again, even though it was easily the most incredible experience of my life. The thought of those two guys driving me to the breaking point in front of a room full of people makes me wet every time I think about it, but I would die if anyone ever found out. Especially my mother.

“Down this hallway?” I hear a familiar voice that instantly turns my stomach. “Thanks, darlin’,” he adds, causing me to slam my head against the back of my desk chair. This is no way to start a new week.

“Can I help you?” I ask as Kip peers around the corner into my office with his signature smartass grin. I glare at him with all the anger I can conjure up at a moment’s notice.

“Can you help me?” he snorts before entering my office and sliding into a chair on the other side of my desk. “No, I’m not here for any help. I’m here to congratulate you on your new career. And to let you know that you’ll have to either take over the lease payments on that BMW or turn it in by Friday.”

“You leased it? You are a true asshole,” I reply coldly. “I should’ve known better.”

“Well, who would be dumb enough to buy a Beamer for a chick he was about to dump?” he says, leaning back in the chair and shooting me another cocky grin. “And after seeing your performance from Friday night, I think that little playboy you work for can buy you a car. I’ll pay the penalties to get out of the lease, but then I’m done.”

“What do you mean, performance?” A huge lump instantly forms in my throat, making it almost impossible to get the question out.

“Do you remember Warren Chesterfield? Our backup place kicker?” he asks, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

“Of course. You had him over at the house several times.” I feel as if my insides are being ripped out of me as I wait for what he says next.

“Yeah, well, Warren isn’t the best with the ladies, so he watches more than his fair share of porn,” Kip says, narrowing his eyes. “He called me Saturday morning and told me that he thought he had seen you on a porn site. He made a recording of part of it with his phone, and after I saw the weasel who was fucking you, I knew for sure it was you. I damn near fell off my chair!” He scrolls through his camera roll to pull up the video.

“You don’t need to show it to me. I was there,” I snap, radiating the most intense hatred I have ever felt. Of all the people to get ahold of that recording… fuck!

“Becca sure got a kick out of it.” He presses Play in spite of my saying not to. “She couldn’t believe you’ve become such a whore. And what you see in Rex is beyond my comprehension. Fucking little washed-up punk.”

“He might not be as tall as you or weigh nearly as much, but he more than makes up for it in other ways,” I counter, feeling very defensive. “Besides, he’s a great guy and knows how to treat a woman. Something you should learn more about.”

“Whatever. It’s obvious that whole thing was just an act. There’s no way in hell he made you orgasm like that,” he sneers. “You were a fucking ice queen.”

I lean back in my chair, taking a deep breath before saying a word. I glance up at the overhead compartment above my desk and it triggers a thought. I open the door and pull down the original prototype of the RH Signature dildo and set it on the desk right in front of him. “This thing gave me my very first orgasm about three months ago,” I tell him as my demeanor begins to turn from defensive to offensive.

“Wow, so you’ve actually had one?” He folds his arms and slouches in the chair.

“That was just the first of many,” I add, keeping my eyes locked with his. “This was made using an actual mold of Rex’s hard-on. Go ahead and grab hold of that baby so you can see what a real cock feels like.”

“Fuck you,” he spouts, jumping from the chair. “This is all bullshit. There’s no way he’s hung like that.”

“You know he is,” I reply, having heard the story from Rex. “You were always jealous of him because of his huge cock and how the ladies loved him. So you’ll have to go back to my ex-friend, Becca, if you want to see fake orgasms.”

“There’s nothing fake about Becca,” he lashes out, obviously not understanding who he’s been dealing with. “We have incredible sex!”

“Becca told me several times in the past that you have to fake orgasms if you want your men to buy you nice things,” I inform him, watching his mouth instantly drop. “Becca knows how to play men, and believe me, she will play you for everything she can get.”

“I’m going to show this to the whole fucking team!” He shakes his phone at me, his face burning a fiery red.

“Hey, if that will make you feel better, you go right ahead,” I reply, using every ounce of strength to keep from going into a full rant. “But you remember that the only reason any of this has happened is because you dumped me and started fucking my best friend. You can’t possibly sink any lower than that.”

He simply glares at me for a full five seconds without saying a word. “We’re done here,” he finally says, rapping his knuckles against my desk.

“I’ll turn in the car tonight after work,” I yell at him after he walks out the door. Even though I love it, it’s a constant reminder of him and Becca. It’ll be good to cut him completely out of my life. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My hands are trembling and my lips feel numb. For a brief second, I find myself worrying about the video, but it doesn’t really matter. I was with Rex, not some random porn star, so who will really care? My mom already thinks I’ve gone off the deep end and has admitted to being more jealous than angry on numerous occasions.

I’ve experienced more in the past three months than I did in my entire life leading up to the moment I met Rex. I told myself at the time that regardless of how everything turned out, I would have no regrets, and that includes what happened Friday. No regrets.

Rex

After hearing Kip “Asshole” Taylor’s voice, I couldn’t stop myself from listening in on their conversation. I don’t want to interrupt them, but at the same time, I’ll put an end to it if he becomes overly abusive. I come close to stepping in, but then she starts giving him both barrels all on her own. She’s making me prouder by the second. I just wish I could’ve seen Kip’s face when she told him to grab hold of that dildo. For a big guy, he wasn’t exactly blessed in that department, which is probably why he has so much aggression on and off the field. As things come to a head, I retreat to my office to make a phone call. I’m not going to let Kip hurt her any more than he already has. After a lengthy conversation, I think Felicia will be pleased with what I’ve done.

Trying to turn my focus back to the stack of papers on my desk, I can’t think of anything other than Kip. After shuffling papers around for nearly half an hour, I decide to give up and check on Felicia. She’s sitting at her desk, fidgeting with a pen and staring intently at the corner of her office. “Are you okay?” I ask, startling her.

“I can’t believe we did that on Friday night,” she says with a sigh. “Best of all, one of Kip’s teammates apparently subscribes to Brix’s membership site. What are the odds?”

“That’s just how things go sometimes. The world has become incredibly small.” I walk around behind her chair and begin rubbing her shoulders. “The good news is that the piracy software that we’ve been using to find and remove the videos of Daphne works amazingly well. I uploaded a clip of us this morning, and it will take care of anything that gets posted. So at least the damage will be minimized.”

“Finally, a bit of good news,” she replies, looking up and giving me a sad smile. “I don’t think I’m going to be very productive today. Kip stopped by.”

“I know.” I smile, digging deeper into her tight shoulder blades. “I overheard most of the conversation. I was very proud of how you handled him.”

“Did you hear the part where I told him to grab hold of a real cock?” She looks up again, her lips curling upward for the first time.

“I almost lost it.” I lean down, giving her a kiss. “You definitely hit him where it hurts, but he deserved it. That whole bit about Becca would’ve been tough to hear too.”

“I shouldn’t have told him, but those two hurt me so badly and it’s the truth,” she says with a look of repentance. “I still shouldn’t have said it though. I shouldn’t have sunk to her level.”

“Well, on the upside, I don’t think he’ll be dropping by again.” A smile breaks across my face. “I’m sorry, but if anyone deserved to be put in his place, it’s Kip Taylor. I’m sure he’s already been showing that video to all of his buddies.”

“Yeah, I decided I never really liked any of his so-called friends anyway, so I don’t really care what they think.” She slumps a bit in the chair. “I have to return the Beamer, so I’ll have to find something else to drive. It’s going to be hard to replace an M6 Convertible with my Chevy Spark budget.” She actually laughs at her predicament. “Who cares? It’s only a car. Maybe I’ll just ride with you.”

“Actually, I know a guy who can get you a hell of a deal on a Chevy Spark,” I inform her, turning her chair toward the door. “Let’s go see what he’s got. We’re not going to get any work done today anyway.”

She rolls her eyes and gets out of her chair. “I was joking about the Chevy Spark thing. Maybe I can find something cool with a hundred thousand miles or something.”

“Just trust me. You’re going to love the Spark,” I reply, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hall.

“Who was that big strapping guy who was looking for you this morning?” Sally asks Felicia when we meet her in the entryway.

“That was Kip Taylor, my ex-boyfriend. He plays for the Seahawks,” she says with a look of disdain.

“Ooh, that’s him.” She immediately looks as if she stepped in a pile of dog shit. “I’m sorry. He wasn’t nearly as good-looking as you, Rex.” She gives me a wink and looks toward the exit.

“Actually, would you give Sally his number?” I turn to Felicia, motioning for her to retrieve her phone from her purse.

“His cell is 408-555-3727. I haven’t forgotten it yet,” she says with a sigh. “Why?” Felicia and Sally share a puzzled look.

“I want you to give him a call and see if you can get a licensing agreement with him,” I tell Sally, trying my best to keep a serious expression. “I think there’s a legitimately underserved market out there. Women who have abnormally small vaginas,” I explain, unable to keep my composure any longer. “I’m serious, give him a call. Tell him we’ve uncovered a market for a five-inch dildo with a one-inch girth.”

“I think I’ll let you have that conversation with him!” Sally narrows her eyes and slaps me on the shoulder. “You’re terrible. No wonder he doesn’t like you.”

“Hey, he started it years ago,” I counter, taking Felicia’s hand and leading her out to the elevator.

“Thanks. That was really funny,” she says, punching the elevator button. “I like that you’re not so serious about everything. I’ve never been around someone who can make me feel at ease even in the worst situations.”

“Life doesn’t have to be so torturous,” I reply, giving her a quick kiss just as the elevator arrives. “Now, let’s go take a look at a two-thousand-thirteen Ford Fiesta that’s also on the lot just in case you decide against the Spark. I think you’ll like the color. It’s a really flashy lime green. It even has new tires.” Her feet remain glued in place as her eyes turn to an icy glare. “I’m just kidding about the cars. But I’m dead serious about making a little dildo based on Kip.” God, I crack myself up.