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Their idiotic smiles didn’t falter.
Pike stared for a few long moments then yanked his wallet from his pocket and tossed his credit card at Jace. “Here.”
“What’s this for?”
“Open a tab. I’ve got a care package to put together.”
“For a certain mom?” Jace asked, always one to rub it in. “Good choice. Nothing says I really like you a lot like a box o’ kinky filth.”
“That should be your slogan,” Foster chimed in.
Pike turned his back on them. “You’re both fired as friends. Fucking sadist motherfuckers.”
“Motherfucker? Isn’t that what you’re trying to be?” Foster called after him.
“Fired!”
TEN
Oakley stared at the open red package she’d set on her bed. It had arrived on her doorstep this afternoon with instructions not to open until she was alone, Pike’s slashy, masculine signature on the note.
She’d had no theories about what could be inside, but she definitely wouldn’t have guessed this. She’d thought this whole Pike detour had been effectively shut down. They’d worked together a few days this week at Bluebonnet and he’d been nothing but professional. He hadn’t so much as hinted at their late-night phone call or the run-in at Wicked. He’d respected her wishes to keep all of it confidential, and she’d figured he’d moved on just as she would’ve expected him to. He’d gotten a little something out of her and was over it. Bored. They could go on as co-workers.
Based on this box, she’d been wrong.
Inside were things from almost every aisle in Wicked. Vibrators of varying sizes, plugs, clamps of some sort, lubricant—the works. He must’ve spent a small fortune.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Hello, most inappropriate gift ever. What in God’s name was Pike thinking?
She removed all the items and dug through the black satin everything had been wrapped in. A card was tucked into the very bottom along with a longer envelope. She pulled them out and opened the card.
If all you want are fantasies, you should at least make them really dirty, well-equipped ones. Hope you enjoy what I picked out for you. Best, Pike.
She ran her fingertips over a dildo made of smooth glass, a shiver moving through her at the thought of Pike hand-selecting things that would bring her pleasure, things that would be inside her. What had he imagined when he’d picked out each thing? Her neck went hot and her sex pulsed with a dull ache.
P.S. There’s a key taped to the bottom of the box. You can lock this stuff up so Reagan doesn’t find it.
P.P.S. I included four passes to the show tomorrow. Don’t deny yourself the joy of watching me bang on things.
P.P.P.S. I did not include Mr. Pink. Unrealistic expectations are unhealthy.
She snort laughed and put her face in her hands. Who was this guy? She reached back, grabbing her phone off her bedside table, and typed out a quick text.
Oakley: Thank u 4 the gift, but u know I can’t accept this.
Pike responded within a minute.
Pike: No returns on that stuff—already licked each piece to make sure.
She snorted.
Oakley: U r a sick, sick man
Pike: PSA—silicone is not tasty.
Oakley: The more u know …
Pike: Tonight, on a very special episode of Family Ties …
