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Vi frowning at the camera.

I have needs.

Written under it.

Vi glaring.

You left me.

A picture of a shopping bag.

I took care of them.

A picture of the contents of the bag. A dildo.

A final picture of Vi smiling, lying back on a pillow.

Much better.

I stared at the paper, unsure how to react. Then I began to laugh. The minx was trying to get me all riled. I had to admit the thought of her using the dildo ramped me up. Part of me wished she had sent me pictures of that, but I knew she was smart enough to know where to draw the line.

I sat back, rubbing my lips, letting my mind wander. I could imagine her on her sofa, those long legs spread, working the dildo between them, her free hand playing with the hard nipple of her breast. I wondered if she whimpered, moaned, or cried out. If she was loud or quiet in her gratification.

If she whispered my name as she came.

My cock swelled, hardened, thinking about it. Picturing her pleasuring herself, I stroked myself, shutting my eyes, imagining it was me between her open legs. My mouth on those hard nipples. My cock buried in her heat, possessing her. I stared at the pictures of her. Angry, smiling—either way, she was sexy. I wanted her.

She had taken a huge risk sending me this. I could call her to my office and fire her. Ream her out for crossing the line. Except, I’d done it first, kissing her and walking away. This was her payback, and I had to admit, it was good. So calling her in here to yell at her or fire her wasn’t what I wanted to do.

I wanted to fuck her.

I was certain she knew, if given the options, which one I would choose.

I pushed back from my desk, knowing I had to take care of myself.

Then I had a purchase to make.

This game was on.

CHAPTER 8

VI

Iwas jumpy all night at work. I had no idea what had possessed me to send Aldo that note, but I was angry over him leaving me all juiced up and needy. Needy for him. On an impulse, I stopped at the adult store and bought the vibrating dildo, then snapped some pictures. It worked well but left me wholly unsatisfied—not that I would admit that to him. I wanted him to think he was nothing to me, since it seemed I was nothing to him.

I was almost disappointed when my shift ended and I didn’t see him. I wasn’t sure what I expected—for him to show up and drag me back to the supply room and finish what he started? Call me into his office and yell at me? Fuck me on his desk?

I’d take the former if I got the latter.

My only worry was that I had crossed a line and might lose my job. Except I had a feeling that wouldn’t happen. I had seen the desire in his eyes. Saw the way his gaze lingered. Even Wanda had casually mentioned she noticed him checking in on the deli more often these days.

I hoped it was because of me.

I arrived home, tired. Weary from the suspense and slightly disappointed at his lack of response. That was one thing I hadn’t counted on. I was certain he would react. I opened the door and went in, shedding my coat and dropping my sweater on the back of the sofa, stopping at the sight of the bag on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living space. It hadn’t been there when I’d gone to work. I walked to the counter slowly, looking around. The room was empty. The door to my bathroom was open, and it, too, was vacant. You would have to be tiny to fit in my closet. It was the only storage, and it was full.

The bag was plain brown paper. No logo. Stapled shut. I sat down, pulling it open carefully and lifting out the box, my eyes widening as I took in the object.

It was another vibrator. Much more elaborate. Expensive.