Wifey,
I’ll always keep my promises to you.
“Well, isn’t that precious,” Jamie said, reading over my shoulder. “What’s the promise? What did he send?”
Once I had the ribbon untied and the black lid removed, I found a bunch of small boxes in different shapes and sizes. All tied with the same creamy ribbon. I tore into the first one and yelped when I found a thick, curved vibrator staring up at me.
I slammed the lid back in place. “Oh my god,” I whispered to myself. “I can’t believe he did this.”
“Okay, so y’all make some spicy promises,” Jamie drawled, peeking into the black box.
“No, no, it’s from the other weekend when I almost ended up in prison because we confused a vibrator for a weapon of mass destruction.”
“Well, that’s been known to happen.”
“And Ryan promised he’d replace the vibe.” I motioned to the package. The one I realized was full of sex toys. “But he can’t just send one, can he? He has to clear out a whole store.”
“Sounds like fun. What else do we have in here?”
I rubbed my temples as Jamie set each individual box on the countertop. About twenty in all, bringing an increasingly deep blush to my face and neck as I loosened the ribbons and discovered the adult treasures waiting for me.
“He’s in Toronto this week,” I said, as if that explained anything. “Shooting an ad campaign for a car company. Ormaybe it’s the hair care products? Or is it both? Probably both. He likes to cram in as much as he can.”
“Really,” she said, holding up a butt plug with a sparkly gem on the end and a set of nipple clamps that were probably solid gold. “Never would’ve guessed.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said
She held up two more vibrators. “This is high-end shit. I hope you appreciate what you have here.”
“I’ll do my best.” I closed the lids and gathered the discarded ribbons. I eyed one item before putting it away. “What’s this about?”
Jamie glanced over at the series of round, black bands of varying sizes. “Cock rings,” she said with a slow nod. “Keeps things…robust. Makes it last a little longer.”
“What made him think we needed that?” I asked myself. “I’m going to have a talk with this boy when he’s done for the day.”
With a cackle, Jamie grabbed the dress she’d left on a kitchen stool. “You have plenty to amuse yourself with here, so I’ll be on my way. Thank you again for helping me find something to wear. You’re my savior.”
“No cutlets! Get it tailored,” I said. “Don’t you dare bring it back to me.”
She came in for a side hug. “Have fun with all this. Or with pestering him. Maybe that’s part of it. Whatever works for you, sweet pea.”
When the door closed behind Jamie, I reached for a cookie and surveyed these gifts. Some were surprising—the plugs and clamps weren’t on my bingo card—while others were very interesting. There were several toys similar to the one I’d lost to the Air Marshals, and they all looked like a good time. A few clit toys in wacky shapes. Strawberries, flowers, butterflies. They looked like something I’d enjoy. And there were a bunch of traditional vibes too. No stone unturned, not with these sex toys.
I bit into the cookie. “This husband of mine.”
I wasin bed when Ryan finished for the day. He sent a text saying he was heading back to his hotel and then another asking if it was too late to talk. I laughed at that and glanced at the black box I’d left on the end of the bed.
“Not tonight,” I murmured as I shot back a response.
He called a few minutes later, the screen mostly dark as he walked into his hotel room. “How’s my wife tonight?”
I heard him flop into a high-backed chair and heave out a weary breath. He sounded tired. A light on the other side of the room cast his features in a soft, golden glow, though his eyes were still shadowed by the inky night.
“I’m all right,” I said. “Long shoot?”
“Really fucking long.” His hand went to the back of his neck. I watched the pull of his biceps as he kneaded the tension there. “But I want to hear about you. How was your day, Muggsy?”
I gave him a rundown on my class and their mid-week squirreliness, Jamie shopping my closet, and Audrey’s cookies. He’d like them. He was a fan of throwing cranberries into every last thing. Such a New England boy. Then I went into detail about the amount of time Ines was spending with Jakobi (a lot) and Grace’s ongoing debates with herself about ten different wedding issues (to distract herself from real issues).
