Page 53 of Romancing His Heart
Loki: Fuck off, all of you.
*New Message*
You have to be kidding me.
Ashton: We got a lead, but it’s going to take time. It’s more involved than we thought. Nothing wrong with having some fun while you’re there.
Seth: Keep her safe and happy (eggplant emoji).
Loki: I’m not crossing any lines with her. What lead?
Ashton: Famous last words, bro. Let us handle things here. Just lay low.
Seth: I think Julia stuck a present for you in the side of your suitcase. (laughing emoji)
Ashton: More condoms?
Seth: We’ll let Loki find out …
Loki: Fuck off.
“Everything okay?”
Flinching, I glance up. I hadn’t heard her come out of the shower.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just checking in with the guys,” I say distractedly. I’ll need to erase those messages later.
“And you needed a blindfold for that?”
Sighing, I realize I still have it in my palm. Glancing up, I shrug guiltily. “Sorry. It was hanging out of the kink kit—”
“The what?”
I’m losing all my faculties. I should be more composed than this.
“Ah, your trunk.” My palms are sweaty, so I wipe them on my jeans, and she notices.
With a wink, she takes it from my hand and walks over to the trunk. It opens with a click, and the air becomes thick as the knowledge of its contents washes over us. I sit wide-eyed as she lifts one of the dolls and places it in the chair next to me. Of course it’s the goddamn male with his junk jutting straight out.
“Come on, Red. Don’t you have some pants for him or something?”
She looks at me like I’m speaking Latin. “For who? Jack?”
“For fuck’s sake. You named them, too?”
“Of course. That’s Jack, and this is Jill.”
“Sloane. You cannot name your sex dolls Jack and Jill. Jack and Jill were brother and sister. That’s gross.”
“Really? I didn’t know that, but I didn’t read many nursery rhymes as a kid. Okay, we’ll name her …” Red flashes a wicked grin, and my skin tingles. “We’ll name her Pearl.”
Standing as a hot flash overcomes me, I point to her and the dolls. “You name them, Red. Not us. Not we. Now, explain them to me again, so I’ll know what the fuck to expect around here.” My tone is harsh, but she laughs, enjoying my discomfort.
“Well, I write romance novels. My characters have sex. Sometimes, a lot of it. And, it’s not like I’ve ever watched myself having sex, but I need to explain it in great detail. So I have these guys. I use them to test out positions.”
I swallow so loudly it sounds like a soda can opening. Watching her lips say sex and positions over and over again is frying my brain.
“What do you mean, you test out positions? Do you have sex with them?”
