AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Excuse me,” I mutter. “I’m late for a meeting.” With that, I forcefully squeeze myself between her and the wall and rush into the elevator as if I were being chased by an evil fairy.
Once outside the building, I speed-walk all the way to the DHL office on Church Street.
Wiping the sweat from my brow—it really is warm outside—I scan the paperwork involved.
This day gets better and better. The customs form has an item list on it.
This should be fun.
I locate the nearest bathroom, lock myself in a stall, and open the suitcase.
Fuck me. This is a lot of toys.
A dildo in a clear plastic box. Something that looks like a buttplug. A cock ring. A vibrator. And lots of items I don’t even recognize.
Luckily, there is a type of menu here, written by the same female hand as the auxiliary testing cases sheet. In fact, the inside of the suitcase also smells like that same perfume.
I wonder if she’s the Impaler’s lover. That might explain why he’s giving this such a high priority.
Kill her, the green monster of jealousy shouts inside my head.
I don’t know who she is, I reply. You’ve got to chill.
Find out and rip her hair out.
You’re nuts.
I’m you.
Silencing the green monster, I pocket the list, close the suitcase, and get back into the main DHL office.
Has anyone blushed this much filling out a customs form before? My face is so hot I worry my hair will catch on fire.
When the form is done, I get into the line and wait.
And wait.
Growing bored, I take out my phone.
Hmm. An email from Dominika.
When I read the subject, my heart rate speeds up.
I’m sorry.
No.
Can’t be.
I open the email, scan it, and nearly drop Precious.
It’s my worst nightmare come true.
Dominika won’t be my tester.
Chapter Four
The car ride home happens in a confused haze.
