Chapter 5

Grant

“Hello?” Kendra said on the other end of the phone. She sounded rushed and out of breath.

“Kendra, this isn’t a bad time, is it?” I asked, more out of habit than anything else. I actually hoped it was a bad time. Anything to catch her off guard.

“Not at all,” she replied, still breathing heavily. I could hear her moving around frantically in the background, too. I wondered what she had been up to when I called.

Unfortunately, I had a tough time concentrating. I was coming off a pretty rough sleep, and I was furious with myself about it. The night was not supposed to end that way. I was supposed to leave the restaurant feeling sure of myself, knowing I had played Kendra and that she was the one who would be feeling uncomfortable.

But no. After she left the restaurant, I had to remain where I was for a while, until my erection went down. Even the simple act of watching her walk away, as her plump, round butt swayed back and forth, had me readjusting my pants.

That image stayed with me until I got home, and as I tried to sleep, I found myself unable. I couldn’t stop thinking of those thick lips wrapped around that dildo, or the way she moved it in and out of her mouth, droplets of saliva forming around the edges of her lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously. I walked through Central Park to clear my head. I should have waited until I was somewhere quieter to call her.

“Oh, nothing,” she responded. Her breathing slowed down, but she was clearly lying.

An attractive woman in her late twenties walked past me. She was curvaceous like Kendra. She wore a running outfit, black leggings and a sports bra. As we passed, her eyes looked me up and down, and the barest hint of a smile crossed her lips. Seeing her gave me an idea.

“You weren’t trying out my product on yourself, were you?” I asked, smiling.

“What, no, what do you mean?” she stammered. I heard more movement from her. I got the impression she was hiding something, even though there was obviously no way I would be able to see it.

“Well, that’s one of the reasons I’m calling. I wanted to know if you had a chance to try out my product last night, like I asked. By the sound of it, you waited until this morning.”

“I definitely didn’t,” she responded firmly. I couldn’t help but smile. I knew she would be blushing all shades of red. I only wished that I was there to see it.

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

“Did you call just to ask me that, or is there something else?” she asked quickly, obviously hoping to change the topic.

“I also wanted to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind. Are you still interested in the position?”

I made my way out of Central Park. Split Bean was just down the road. I needed a coffee to wake me up and get me focused. Something told me I needed to be on my A-game later.

“So, you were serious then?” Kendra asked. “About the job?”

“Of course.”

“But a sex shop?” she asked in disbelief.

Did she think I’d made the whole thing up? Did she really think I’d go to such lengths to mess with her? Well, maybe I would, but I hoped she didn’t know that.

“Sex sells, babe,” I said, running across a busy intersection. “And so does candy. Combining the two makes perfect sense. Hell, the way you devoured that cock last night, I thought you’d be in total agreement.”

That remark was greeted with a biting silence, and I delighted in thinking about how much the comment angered her. Getting a reaction out of Kendra was all too easy, it seemed. Working with her on such a close level was going to be fun. I could already tell.

“Look,” I said. “How about this? Come down to the store later today. Say around noon? You can check the place out and see what you think? I guarantee that once you see it, you’ll agree that this store is going to be a home run.”

“Other products? Let me guess. You want me to try something nasty like anal beads next? Maybe on the street corner, so you can make a sale at the same time?” Her voice was scathing. She was pissed at me. Not to mention that her heavy breathing had stopped, suggesting that she was back in control of herself.

“Did I touch a nerve?” I asked. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with what I’d asked her to do the previous night. She’d surprised me by doing it so willingly. In a busy restaurant and everything. She had definitely changed since high school. “Don’t worry, any anal bead usage will be done in the privacy of the store.”

“Wow, that makes me feel a whole lot better,” she snapped.

I laughed at this, unable to help myself. “Relax. I’m joking. Of course, you’ll be doing it on the street corner.”

“What?!”

I laughed again. She was so easy. “No, seriously. I just want to show you the store and get some opinions on the layout. I offered you this job for a reason. You’re a good manager. You whipped the flagship store into shape, and I know you’ll do a good job here, too. Any input you can give me about the store before it opens will be greatly appreciated.”

By this point, I had reached the outside of the café. It was busy, as always, and I knew it would be too loud in there to continue this conversation. As luck would have it, Sally the waitress spotted me lurking outside. She waved and pointed to the menu where my usual order was written. I nodded.

“Okay,” Kendra said. “Let me just get ready, and I’ll meet you there at twelve.”

“Perfect,” I responded, glad that she was starting to play ball. I knew she would, and I also knew that once she saw the store, she would get behind it. It really was a great idea, and with her working behind the counter, the products were guaranteed to fly off the shelf.

“Wait,” she said before I had a chance to hang up. “I was just wondering.” She sounded hesitant, as if she regretted bringing up the question up in the first place.

“You were wondering what?” I pushed, curious as to what could cause such hesitation from Kendra. Her heavy breathing suddenly returned. It had me curious.

“That chocolate dildo. I was curious who the... if you were the model for it?”

“You’re asking if it was modeled after my own equipment?” I asked, unable and unwilling to hide the delight in my voice. I had gotten under her skin, which made me happier than it should have. And more than that, she’d been thinking of me when she played with it earlier.

“Yes.”

“Would that matter?” I asked, smiling now. As I asked the question, the curvaceous twenty-something from the park a few minutes earlier came into view again. She headed for the café, and her eyes caught mine as she entered. She returned my smile, biting down on her lip as she did.

“No, it doesn’t matter,” Kendra responded quickly. I could tell she regretted asking the question.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, my eyes lingering on the curvaceous woman, now standing in line at the counter. As she waited, her eyes flicked back to me, smiling as she caught me staring. “If you’re real nice to me, I might let you compare the two? How does that sound?”

Kendra made an annoyed sound in response to my generous offer and hung up the phone. I wasn’t mad, though. On the contrary, her response delighted me. She’d clearly been thinking about me and my cock. Perhaps even harboring fond memories? And on top of that, I’d managed to annoy the hell out of her, which was something I thoroughly enjoyed doing.

Some might call it immature, but me? I called it flirting.

Sally appeared with my coffee in a to-go cup. “Here you are, Mr. Marcus.”

“Oh, thanks, Sally,” I said, taking the coffee. I slipped her some money to cover the coffee and the tip. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she looked particularly bubbly. “Much appreciated. A little too crowded in there for me, you know?”

“Not a problem,” she said. “Hey, I was wondering.” She paused, biting her lip and looking around nervously. Her hands fidgeted in front of her. “That man you were in here with yesterday. Jack? What is he like? I mean, is he a nice guy?”

She had clearly gotten his business card. I couldn’t blame her for being curious. Jack was a good-looking guy, and to a twenty-year-old like Sally, he would appear to be the pinnacle of success and good fortune. But I knew what he was really like.

“To me he is.”

“Oh,” she said, looking dejected.

“But he is to others, too. Look, call him and you’ll have a good time. I guarantee it. Just don’t call him if you’re looking for anything more than that.” It was the nicest way I could say that he’d use her for sex and that’s about it. But hey, maybe that was all Sally wanted. I wasn’t about to judge.

“Okay!” Sally responded, beaming as she turned and scurried back inside. Judging from her reaction, I’d say that was exactly what she was after. I made a mental note to follow up on that. And to also demand a thank you gift from Jack.

I was about to turn and be on my way when my eyes caught the curvaceous twenty-something exiting the café with coffee in hand. She smiled the moment she saw me, this time stopping rather than walking past.

“Hey,” she said, her eyes dancing up and down my body, not even bothering to hide her interest.

“Hey,” I said back in the same casual manner.

“Do I know you?” she asked, sipping her coffee as she continued to stare at me.

“I don’t think you do.”

“Hmm, that doesn’t seem right. How about we change that?” There wasn’t a hint of nervousness in the question. Her confidence was incredibly sexy.

“I’m afraid I can’t. But maybe some other time?” Without further hesitation, I turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Yes, she was sexy beyond belief. And yes, any normal man would have jumped at such an opportunity. If we’d met three days ago, I would have accepted her invitation without a second thought. But this wasn’t three days ago. This was now.

Her curvy body only served to remind me of Kendra and what waited for me at Luscious. Sure, it would have been fun to play around with that twenty-something, but it would be even more fun to play with Kendra. Right then, no other woman in the world interested me. My mind was set on one woman and one woman only.