“Ooh, a ‘Carry me Carrie’ doll! And she’s still in her original pink dress!” I wanted desperately to touch her but pulled back. “Where did you get it?”
“She was my sister’s. When she passed away, we divvied out her things and I got stuck with her. I call her Delia,” he said, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I know it’s notvery masculine, but the doll got me into collecting so it’s worth keeping around.”
I lowered my hands and clasped them together under the table, pushing up my breasts. Damon’s gorgeous eyes dipped down, and when he reached my face again, I smiled wide. “Gender conformities are old news.” I waved away his concerns. “I think Delia is a great name for her. You’ve kept her in amazing condition.”
My compliment sent Damon into a rush of words. He gushed about the steps he took to keep the doll maintained during his constant traveling. Much like me and Craven, he toured the toy circuits too.
“It’s a wonder our paths haven’t crossed before,” I admonished and reached for his hand above the table. “It’d be nice to have a friend at these things.”
Damon licked his perfect lips and started to say something but was interrupted when wewere joined by the other experts with their collectable dolls and the room filled up with excited fans and collectors, all waiting to hear us speak on a topic we were well versed in.
Despite not getting the chance to talk moreintimately during the panel,I made a point to always be flirting with Damon when I got the chance, and soon, we began a playful banter on stage, much to the crowd’s enjoyment. After the hour was over, the crowd stood and began to disperse. I waited in my seat for the other panelists to leave. Damon stood from his chair but held back after placing Delia in his suitcase.
“You want to get a drink at the bar? I’d really love to catch up.” He offered me his hand, and I pushed my seat out, using him to stand. I ran my thumb across the top of his fingers. I’d already spotted no ring, but I wanted him to know I was looking.
“I’d love that. Let me take Craven upstairs and I’ll meet you down.”
“I’ll walk you to the elevator.” He put his hand on my lower back and together we walked out of the large room and back to our rooms.
“Why didn’t you put Craven in your case?” Damon nodded to the bear in my arms.
“I prefer not to if I can. He likes the fresh air,” I joked. Well, to Damon, I joked. My Cravey-poo really did like the fresh air. He hated when he was put inside a suitcase or made to play still. “I leave him out as much as I can.”
“Even in more... intimate scenarios?” Damon raised an eyebrow suggestively. I paused in the hallway and turned to him. I ran a finger down his very toned chest, my body clenching at the idea of what exactly was under his clothes.
“He likes to watch. I promise he won’t say a word. Do you still want to play with me?” I teased.
“I want to play with you!”
Both of us stiffened instantly, and his eyes shot to the toy bear in my arms.
“I thought you said his voice box was broke.”
