Guilt of kissing Lucas hits me in the gut.
“Zane, stop. I can’t. He killed it for me.” I regret the words as soon as they come out, but I can’t think about getting naked after Lucas watching and making me feel like a terrible person.
“As you wish,” he says getting up from the couch. He shuts the main door, blocking prying eyes from seeing any further.
I adjust my bra and pull my shirt back down. I pull my shorts and my panties back up.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Well I know it isn’t that you are secretly a dude, right?”
“Be serious.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“I kissed Lucas, but it didn’t mean anything. I just thought you should know that.”
He nods, sucking in a deep brea
th, and I’m afraid that he’s going to turn away and leave.
Zane’s eyes drop to the floor when his foot gets caught on the strap of my pink bag.
Oh no!
“What you got here, Hattie Mae?” Holding up the bag he grins mischievously.
“Don’t you dare open that, Zane!” I lunge for the bag, but he holds it up over his head, taunting me.
“Don’t be shy now, baby,” he taunts with his darkened eyes warning me to back off.
“Whatever, I don’t care. You wanna look in my bag, look in my bag,” I huff, hoping for him to fall for reverse psychology.
“Good.” He flops down on my couch and begins unzipping the bag slowly as the heat rushes to my cheeks. He glances in the bag and smiles broadly. “You need pleased, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask. I’ll give you the greatest orgasm of your life.”
“It isn’t for me. It’s a side job, asshole. I need the extra money and well, women like this kinda stuff or so I hear.” He isn’t going to let this go. I can tell he is so enjoying my humiliation. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, he was just feeling me up and I was loving every second of it, but I am so inexperienced, and he has had plenty.
He waggles his brows at me. “Wanna try it out, you know test it… make sure it all works? Wouldn’t want you getting angry horny women tearing down your door demanding refunds.”
“You are a pervert.” I shove him away as he starts taking things from my bag and displaying them on my coffee table.
“Let me hear your sales pitch. You said you need the extra money so sell me your product. Make me want it.”
“No,” I whisper out, unable to even look at him as he holds the pink rubber penis out in front of me. I can’t believe he is touching it and waving it around.
“Tell me about this, baby, does it make you cry out in pleasure?” His fingers glide up and down the shaft.
“Stop it!” I smack his hand away.
“Have you ever used one?” I expect his eyes to appear amused, but they look curious and warm. Does he really want to use it on me? There is no way we are using the dildo! I wouldn’t even know where to start. He is going to think I am a moron.
“No,” I answer hoarsely. This is so embarrassing. Why did I tell him he could look in the bag?
“You know, you could let me show you and teach you about these products, Hattie Mae. I’ll buy you new ones for your party.” He can’t be serious. Zane grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. “I don’t ever want you to feel shy or self-conscious with me.”
“It’s not that, honestly. I’m a virgin with this stuff and I have no idea what in the hell I am doing when it comes down to using it. I mean I know how it works and all that. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Stop talking, Hattie and come with me.” He grabs my hands and leads me to my room. I should feel nervous, but I don’t. I trust Zane. I want him to show me things I have never experienced. Things I never knew I desired. He makes me feel so beautiful and wanted. The way he is looking at me makes me feel sexy.