Turning back to the phone, my hand still inside the box, I hissed, "Wynn Durand, did you send me a dildo? To my work?" I had a hard time keeping my voice low. My face was on fire, and I tried my best to keep it hidden from Bethany.
"Do you not like it?" Wynn pouted quietly. "I made a mold of my own for you. The website said it would help us with the distance between us."
Wynn had been trying. He really had been. Ever since I brought up the fact that I felt more like his whore than his girlfriend, he'd sent me flowers, chocolates, and all kinds of other gifts. It must have gotten out because Rayne and the twins had also begun to send me things as well. Though nothing like this.
The only one who had yet to send me a gift was Antoine. I supposed the head of the Durand house thought he was too good to woo me. Not that I needed gifts, but it was nice to be appreciated. Wanted. Especially with the distance and limited ability to speak to one another.
"It's great, Wynn. Really. But next time, send it to my hotel, not where I work," I tried my best to keep my voice even and not chastising.
"You ready to go?" Bethany appeared at my side, making me jump.
I hastily closed the box and muttered into the phone. "I gotta go, bye."
Turning to Bethany, I grimaced. "Actually, I'm going to have to take a rain check. I'm sorry."
Bethany's lower lip pushed out in a pout. "Oh, poop. Alright. I guess it can't be helped." She pointed a finger at me, her eyes narrowed. "But, I'm going to get you to spill the beans one of these days, girl."
I smiled tightly. "Of course."
When hell freezes over.