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Esther took a photo with her phone and showed me.
“Oh, shit. It does look kind of good,” I said.
“You should get it. I bet Alastair would like it.”
“It’s for a dog!”
“So? Don’t be so confined by social expectations.”
I kind of did want to get it. Alastair probably would like it. But that would mean I’d have to take it off, give it to the cashier and pay for it, knowing that the sales guy saw me trying it on myself.
Esther rolled her eyes and held out her hand. “Give it to me, you coward.”
“What?”
“I’m gonna buy it for you. Alastair can thank me later.”
I blinked in embarrassed confusion, but I unbuckled the clasp and handed it to her.
“Good boy,” she said, with a smirk.
My face flushed with heat as she patted her thigh and said, “Come.”
I was never gonna live this down, but I wanted the fucking collar.
The sales associate took the collar from Esther and held it in front of me.
“Good choice. Looked amazing on you,” he said with a smile, his eyes flashing up at me.
What the fuck?
I blinked. “Thanks?”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. Lots of people buy these for themselves.”
“Really? Even in Old Ottawa South?” Esther asked.
He leaned in so that the smattering of other customers wouldn’t hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much of a kinky underbelly this city has. I can point you to a few places…”
Esther directed her thumb my way. “He works at Maverick Molly’s.”
The sales guy’s eyes widened. “Well. Okay, then.”
His smile got bigger, and he gave me a once-over, which I was positive was the only time I’d ever been eye-fucked in a pet store.
“Thank you so much…”—Esther squinted at his name tag—“Remington. You’ve been very helpful.”
“No problem.” He handed her the paper bag with the collar that he’d wrapped in pink tissue paper. If I hadn’t been dating Alastair, I might have asked for his phone number.
When we got outside, Esther dissolved into hilarity.
“Oh my God. You got that surprised goat look again in there. But I think Remingtonlikedit.”
I rolled my eyes and snatched the bag out of her hand. “Thank you for getting this.” I went to get my wallet from my pocket.
“Oh no. Consider it a gift—my contribution to your kinky journey with Alastair.”
I raised my eyebrows and put the wallet back. “Should I tell him that?”
