Page 10 of Vibes

He admitted that he’s been stuck this way since Friday, so the gossip I heard around campus about him missing practice along with several other players actually had some truth to it. Maybe he’s not eager to run off back to his everyday life if he doesn’t have answers about why this is happening.

I mean who uses sex toys as a punishment?

Biting the inside of my lip, I hesitate before saying anything. “Let me try Cora again. She usually works until close, but sometimes I catch her on her breaks.”

Lachlan grunts, and that’s not much of a response but I don’t really know what I’m waiting for. Grabbing my phone, I dial her number again and wait as it rings. This really feels like something that shouldn't be handled through a text message.

For all I know, Cora has nothing to do with this. But Cora’s typically more willing to believe the supernatural than I am. Londyn would be my next go-to, but she hasn’t responded to anything I sent since jumping out of bed with Lachlan.

“Iris,” Cora says, answering on the first ring. “Sup?"

“Cora,” I hiss, eyeing Lachlan as he glares at the phone. “Something weird is happening.”

There’s a pause. “Define weird, babe.”

I open my mouth but a shrill laugh escapes, and I can’t stop it. Tonight just can’t be real. “Remember that toy you sold me a few hours ago? Well, I used it! And it turned into Lachlan Haberman. Can you believe that?”

Cora snickers before Lachlan has the chance to say anything. “Damn girl. You already got freaky with him?”

“Did you expect this to happen?” I hiss, eyes widening. Embarrassment shoots through me at her words, and every time one of my besties brings up sex it always makes me think of the tragic way things ended with Dylan.

Having Lachlan, nearly naked and oozing sex, standing here while that thought flickers through my mind sure helps chase thoughts of my ex away.

“Well, I knew what would happen if you orgasmed,” Cora explains, and my cheeks burn at the words. Cora raises her voice when she continues. “So, you’re there, Lachlan?”

Glancing up, I watch Lachlan give the phone an annoyed look. “Yep.”

“Well, that’s just dandy—Sir! Do not try to take items out of the packages!”

“Cora, are you still on shift?” I ask wearily, suddenly wondering if I’m having this serious conversation while she’s distracted.

“I was kind of worried you would call me about this,” she admits. “So, I’ve been watching to see if you messaged again. A call feels way more serious.” There’s a grunt. “Sir, put it down.”

More muttering follows, and I can see the annoyance growing on Lachlan’s face as we listen in. “Cora…”

“Look, I’m going to be busy for a while. Let’s chat in a few hours, okay? I get off around two AM and can call then. Or I could come over I suppose, but it might be awkward if you’re still getting freaky.”

“We won’t be getting freaky,” I grumble.

“Well, you should. You definitely want to have an orgasm followed by an apology. That’ll break the spell.”

Memories of the party flicker through my mind, and I can see realization blossoming across Lachlan’s face as he straightens and approaches me. His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks. “What?”

“Oh, hi, Lachlan. This isn’t something I thought I’d have to explain to you. Don’t leave her apartment before dawn, okay? You’ll seriously regret it.”

“Why?” he growls.

“You think your curse is broken?” she says with a laugh. “Honey, you need to give my girl a nice, heartfelt apology after a mind-blowing orgasm.”

“An apology for what?” he snaps, glancing at me. I guess the other half of that didn’t even bother him to hear. Right now, I can’t think of anything particular that he should apologize for, but I’m also distracted by the blanket threatening to fall off of his hips. Why does this guy have to ooze sex appeal?

“That’s going to take a bit of explaining,” Cora says unhelpfully. “Just take my advice and don’t leave her place, Lachlan. The last thing you need is to change back into a vibrator while walking around. You think I’ll let my girl use a sex toy that’s been on the dirty ground?”

“I’m going to change back?” Lachlan cries, his dark eyes widening.

“Yes. Now, let’s talk about this a little later. There’s a guy here that’s trying to open up all the butt plug boxes. I need to get security.” We can barely hear her crying out “Sir!” again before the call hangs up.

We stare down at the phone together, the seconds ticking by. I keep my hand firmly clutched to the front of my robe, eyeing the blanket that’s all but unraveled from his hips, and debate the next step.