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“Oh man. Do you happen to have the make and model number?”
“Why?”
“I want to know if I had anything to do with the design.”
“I can let you know.” She squeezed my side. “Anyway, tell me about this clit-tickler thing. How did it come about?”
“Well, as you know, my ex also worked for the company. One night I was…going down on her. And she said, ‘Damn, you’re so good at that. You should patent it.’ I asked her to be more specific. She said it was the precise way I tickled her with my tongue. So I started designing this contraption that would attach to the vibrator and apply just the right amount of pressure on a woman’s clit. The idea of a clit tickler was nothing new. But it was the specific mechanism and speed options of the one attached to Dr. Phil that made it special—that and the warm lubricant dispenser.”
“How could she do that to you?”
“Very easily. She’s an asshole, number one. Number two, we had detailed discussions about it, so I made it easy, I guess. Because all of our conversations were verbal, I had no way of proving she wasn’t the one who’d initiated the design.”
“Fuck you, clit-tickler-stealing bitch!” she screamed.
“Nice!” I laughed. “I like it when you’re angry.”
“Would you be offended if I bought Dr. Phil, though? You know, to see firsthand what you’re talking about?”
“Butterfly Kisses, it’s officially called. And not at all. I absolve you of any guilt.”
Sarah and I had a really good time on the ATV ride, but I didn’t want to push my luck with her. So after we returned our vehicle, I told her I was heading back to my motel.
“Would you want to join me for dinner?” she asked.
I acted casual. “Yeah, I mean, if you want the company.”
“It would be nice not to eat alone.”
“That’s the only reason you want me there, so you don’t have to look pathetic?”
“No. I want you there because I enjoy your company,” she admitted.
“Okay then.” I grinned. “Why don’t I go back, shower and change, and I’ll meet you at La Casa at seven.”
She smiled. “Sounds good.”
Five margaritas in, Sarah was shitfaced. Let’s just say, she asked if I wanted to dance—even though there was no music or dance floor in this place. It was all good, though. This lady needed to unwind. After talking further at dinner, I learned she was more deeply scarred by her breakup than I’d thought. It had done a number on her self-esteem and made me want to kill that fucker for making her think she was less than she was, when in realityhewas the insecure one.
I got the impression that she felt sorry for me because of what happened with my ex stealing my idea. I never wanted to come across as braggy, so I didn’t flaunt my wealth. Even though I didn’t get credit for Dr. Phil, I’d made millions by going on to create a number of novel adult products that did very well. I now also owned a decent amount of stock in the company. Basically, I was shacking up at the motel down the road when I could’ve funded this vacation for both of us many times over. I hadn’t taken the trip for the free ride. It was about the blind adventure for me.
“Can you walk me back to my room?” she asked.
I paused, unsure if she was suggestingmorethan just a walk. “Of course. I wouldn’t let you walk back alone this late.”
There was a mellow breeze as we meandered back to Sarah’s suite. I wanted to see her all the way to the door since she was too drunk to be trusted to find her room.
When we finally got there, she looked at me hazily. “Would you want to come in?”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that if I went in, there was a damn good chance something might happen between us. And damn, did I ever want it to. This girl was so hot, smart, funny—but vulnerable. And as I’d learned from talking to her tonight…special. She was real. As real as my dick was hard right now. But unfortunately, she was also drunk as a skunk. And I would never take advantage of her under these conditions.
“I’ll tell you what…” I said. “I’m not gonna come in right now. Because you’re really drunk. But if you still want me to comevisitin the morning when you’re clear headed, I’m down. You just let me know.”
She snorted. “You think I’m trying to get in your pants?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said you’re drunk, and it’s better if I don’t come in.”
She pointed into my chest with her index finger. “I’m not…trying…to…get…in…your pants.” She stumbled. “You’re not even my type.”
