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“It’s pink and perfect. Tell me dear … was it a tight fit?” he questions.
Huh … what the hell? My eyes widen in horror as his sick eyes look straight through me.
“Tell me, how many orgasms have you had on that vibrator, Natasha? Do they feel good? Do they feel like cock?”
My face drops. Holy fuck. I stand in a rush and run for the door. Oh my god … it was him. He’s got it. How … how did he even know who I am? Who was in my apartment? I run into the hallway and feel Jesten’s arm around my waist.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers.
My eyes are wide and before I can think what I am saying I blurt out. “My house was robbed last week and my vibrator was stolen and he has it.”
; He frowns. “What?”
I nod frantically. “It was pink and he just asked me how many orgasms I had on it. What the hell is that about?” I snap.
“Jesus, stay in here. I will go and get someone,” he mutters.
“No, don’t leave me. What if he gets me?” I stammer as I grab onto his shirt in fright.
“He’s not getting you, Doc. Calm down.” He runs off somewhere.
I wring my hands in front of me and I ring Max’s number in a panic.
“Hello, Max, come and get me,” I stammer.
“Sure I’m out the front. What’s up?” he replies.
“Just wait there. I’m coming out,” I cry.
“Ok, what’s wrong?” he snaps.
I hang up in a panic.
I burst out of the bathroom and run straight into Jesten.
“Jesus.” He snaps as he grabs my arms. “Hey, calm down,” he whispers as he pulls me into an embrace.
My heart is racing as I am gripped with anguish. I am wrapped in his embrace as he tries to comfort my fear. My arms are wrapped around his broad back, he smells good, masculine, warm. I feel a frisson of arousal sweep through me and I pull back in shock as I frown.
He sweeps the hair back from my damp forehead and looks down at me … huh?
Henry comes through the door in a rush. “Natasha, are you ok?” he asks.
Oh god, embarrassment sweeps over me and I pull out of Jesten’s grip. I do not want all of these people knowing I have a vibrator.
“Can we talk in private please, Henry?”
He smiles sympathetically. “Sure dear. Meet me in the office at reception.”
I nod. “Ok, I just want to freshen up.” I walk into the bathroom and put my face into my hands. The James Bond movie has now turned into Quentin Tarantino … fucked up horror movie. I start to giggle uncontrollably. Even if I imagined this shit, I couldn’t fucking imagine it. I need a strong drink.
Jesten walks into the bathroom. “You ok?”
I smile, embarrassed. “Yes, sorry.”
He cuddles me and for some reason I melt into his arms again. What am I doing?
