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“Oh, of course.” Poor Damon. Hopefully he won’t bump into her.

“She wants to see you,” Dad says, gathering his wallet and keys. “I told her to text you once she’s here, and maybe you can meet her at the hotel or something.”

“Sure.” I take a bite of the toast and crunch it. I have no intention of seeing my mother alone, but I won’t tell him that. “So, are you two off?”

“Yep. Sherry finishes at midday today so she’ll be home then.”

“We’ve got a family dinner tonight,” she tells me.

“Oh, okay.”

“Did you have a good journey down?” Dad asks.

“Yeah. Damon brought his new F-type Jag and let me drive it.”

Dad’s eyes widen. “Wow. That was brave.”

“He said I’m the best driver he knows,” I say wryly. “I don’t think he’d have let me otherwise.”

“He’s a sweetie,” Sherry says. “So good of him to drive you. He called in about half an hour ago, by the way. He dropped something off for you.”

“Oh?”

She gestures at the dining room table. I look over and see a square pink box with a ribbon and a small envelope stuck to it. Puzzled, I go over to it, remove the envelope, and take out the small card. It bears a short message in his large, bold handwriting.

Belle,

Hope you’re feeling okay!

Open this care package when you’re on your own.

D x

I look back at Sherry. She raises her eyebrows. “What is it?”

“I joked yesterday that I hadn’t had any Jaffa Cakes for months,” I tell her, thinking on my feet. “He’s bought some for me.”

“Aw, what a love.” She picks up her purse and laptop bag. “Come on, Mace, or we’ll be late.”

“I’m coming.” He waves goodbye to me. “You having a rest today, honey?”

“Yeah, taking it easy.”

“All right, see you later.”

“See you around one,” Sherry says, and follows him out. The front door opens and closes, and then I hear them getting in the car and the engine starting.

I look back at the box on the table and pry the lid off. Slowly, my lips curve up. I was on the right lines with my joke about Jaffa Cakes. The box contains a pack of Maltesers, and a small box of expensive truffles in various flavors. There’s also a jar of relaxing bath salts, and a paperback, a fantasy romance I’ve heard a lot about but haven’t read yet. How thoughtful—I can eat the chocolate and read the book while I’m having a bath!

I lift the book out, then realize there’s something underneath it. Another box, about six inches long and four inches wide. I take it out, my eyes widening as I see the picture on the front. Jaw dropping, I open the box and take out the item inside. It’s a bullet vibrator, the sort he described to me in the car. It looks exactly like a tube of lipstick, about four inches long, red and shiny. There’s also a small tube of lubrication.

As I tip up the box, another note flutters out. It’s a little longer than the others.

I charged it up. It’s ready to go. And it’s waterproof. Try using it in the bath. Might help your stomach! The girl in the shop assured me that the novel has some of the best sexy scenes, too. Thought it might help to get you started. Let me know how you get on :-) I want a report!

My face fills with lava. The cheeky bastard!

I turn the vibrator around in my fingers, then press the button at the bottom. It leaps to life in my hands, buzzing against my skin, making my heart pound. Wow. It has seven speeds, and I cycle through them, my eyes widening again at the feel of the topmost one.

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