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“Come on, Lexi, you’re a grown woman. Women use these things nowadays. It’s just proof that we really don’t need a man in our life. We can take care of ourselves.”
“Says the woman who is never without a man in her bed.”
“Hey, I still bring out my toys when I’m alone, and sometimes with a partner.”
“You do not.”
“Are you kidding? Of course, I do. You are missing out, Lexi.”
I clamped my eyes closed and shook my head. “I can’t believe you bought me these.”
“Now, you take them out of the package and use them. There should be cleaner in there, along with lube.”
“Lube? You’re joking.”
“Makes insertion easier.”
“I am not using that thing.”
“Try it, you might like it.” She paused and then chuckled. “Or go knock on Alex’s door and ask him to help.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“You love me, and you never told me if he was cute.”
I shrugged, although she couldn’t see it. “He’s totally in the negative column, not my type at all.”
“Since when do you have a type? And you just met the guy; how can he be in the negative column?”
“Trust me, he has a long way to go to break even.” I sighed. “And there is no way I will ever speak to that man again. I swear if I ever see him, the ground better open and swallow me.”
“You are making more out of this than you need to. I bet he thought it was sexy. Men love that shit!”
“They love butt plugs?”
“Well, some do, but that’s a pleasure for you, not them. But guys love to watch a woman get off.”
I picked up the vibrator. “Why do they call it a rabbit?”
She giggled. “Because the little ears hit all the right spots. Try it, I promise you will love it.”
I dropped the thing back into the box. “You’ve officially lost your mind.”
“Don’t be a prude, Lex! God, when did you turn into an old woman?”
“I’m thirty-three next week, Clare. I’m practically middle-aged now.” I turned away from the box and plopped on the couch. “How did I get so old?”
“Hey, you are not old. You are in the prime of your life. Besides, if you say you’re old, then so am I, and IknowI’m not old.”
“Whatever,” I muttered as I stared at the ceiling.
“Stop thinking about your age and live your life, dammit!”
“What life? All I do is work and work and then come home and watch a movie, sleep, and go back to work.”
“Hey, what about me? We hang out.”
“Yeah, on Tuesday nights when you are in the city.”
