I gave a little huff of a laugh. I wasn’t supermodel skinny, nor had centerfold boobs like Ava, and I had fiery red hair that had a mind of its own. “I’ve got no moves.” No moves at all, per Frank.
I stepped back so they could come in.
“You mentioned entertaining horny women. Are you horny?” Cash asked, taking a step toward me, making me tip my chin up to meet his eyes. Instantly, I wondered how that beard would feel against my inner thighs. Down, girl!
He was just flirting, a professional stripper. Flirting was part of the job. It definitely brought in more tips. But that was all it was. Sexy banter. They weren’t serious about me.
“What woman wouldn’t be, looking at you two?” I responded, tilting my head to see Bennett, too. It was easy to flirt with guys who weren’t actually interested. It was… practice flirting.
A slow grin spread across Bennett’s face. “I’m not interested in all women, just you.”
Oh. If looks could kill, I’d be dead… from orgasms. And my panties were definitely ruined now.
“Well, um… sure. Guys aren’t the only ones who think about sex all the time. Good thing I’ve got dildos for party favors. It’s like the real thing, without all the complaints. Come on, you can help me finish with the bags.”
They didn’t say anything, just stared at me wide-eyed, then looked at each other for a moment.
“Do you have costumes or props or anything you need to bring in?” I tried to look past them and out the door, but they were so big they blocked the view of the street.
“No,” Cash said.
I nodded once. “Right. You’re probably already wearing those little banana hammocks. That little scrap of stretchy fabric is all the costume you need, right?” Pointing toward the front of their jeans, I circled my finger about.
When they stared at me as if I sprouted a second head, I thought about what I’d said. “God, sorry.” I put my hand over my eyes for a moment in shame, shook my head. “Not little. I mean, sure, a G-string isn’t all that much material, but I’m sure you’re both very big.” I waved my finger around in a circle, then pointed in the direction of their dicks. “I didn’t mean to insult you… um, there.”
Cash grinned and I realized I sounded like a lunatic. No wonder I didn’t have a boyfriend. “Right, I’ll shut up now. Come on in.”
I heard the door close and they followed me through Kaitlyn’s house to the kitchen.
When I looked over my shoulder at them, I caught Tall, Dark and Handsome checking out my ass.
I blushed and stood in front of the favor bags again, not exactly sure how to entertain them. “I, um, just need to finish these up.” I reached into the box and pulled out two dildos. “Here.” I handed one to each of them. When Blondie’s eyebrows went up practically under his hair, I laughed. “They’re for the favor bags each guest gets to take home. I figured after your show, we might want to use one later. So, each bag gets a dildo and the other favors. They’re all lined up there to make it easy to fill.” I pointed to the other side of the table. “One in each.”
They studied the dildos in their hands. “Why do you need one of these? I’m sure your boyfriend knows what he’s doing,” Cash said.
I grabbed a bag and went around to the other favor items. I dropped a little lavender scented soap into t
he bag, then a bath bomb. “No boyfriend,” I replied.
“You said something about complaints. If you don’t like using a dildo, there are other toys.”
I looked up at Bennett’s comment, then grabbed a steamy paperback from the pile, dropped it in the bag. I thought of Frank, of what he’d said to me. The asshole who’d hijacked my produce department. “The dildo’s great,” I finally answered, grabbing a dildo from the box to finish filling the favor bag. “It doesn’t complain when it’s fucking me.”
I bit my lip, realized I said too much. Strippers or not, they were strangers, and they didn’t need to know this stuff. Taking a deep breath, I pasted on a smile. “I never offered you a drink. Can I get you something?”
They were staring at me. Again. Still. This time, their eyes were narrowed, jaws clenched. Bennett still held the neon green dildo and was practically strangling it.
“Who complains when fucking you? What’s his name?” he asked.
The front door slammed shut before I could say more. “Hello!”
Ava. Thank god.
“In here,” I called and the men put the dildos on the table. Ava breezed in, all smiles and perfect, Miss America hair. I hated that she looked so good all the time. I’d never seen her without at least mascara and lip gloss. She lived on a ranch in Montana, not Park Avenue, and I wanted to hate her for being so flipping perfect. But, I couldn’t.
With her in the room, I looked like a hot mess. My red hair was wild and always unruly. I didn’t have on any makeup, and I was in a t-shirt and jeans.
“Guys, this is Ava—”