Bossy Boss Man:That’s what I asked.
Right.Mr. Literal. She was an idiot.
Keira:I’m wearing the mouse pajamas you got me.
They were sosoft and comfy that she barely noticed the drop-seat over her butt. They were her favorite gift. Well, and Joseph Herbert Mouse. She’d started leaving cheese in his cage each night, unable to help herself.
And each morning it was gone.
Bossy Boss Man:No, wait. I want to get back to the sexting thing. Can we do that?
Keira:No!
Bossy Boss Man:Why not?
Keira:Zander be serious. That’s not . . . you can’t . . . we . . . Zander!
He senther an image of a smiling face and a monkey.
Keira:What’s with the monkey?
Bossy Boss Man:Because monkeys are cute. Just like you.
Killing her.Why couldn’t she have met him years ago? Before everything in her life went to shit.
Bossy Boss Man:Do you miss me?
This timewhen she put the phone down, there were tears in her eyes.
* * *
Keira:What the hell, Zander!
Bossy Boss Man:What is it? What’s wrong? Has something happened?
Keira:You sent me a . . . a . . . oh my God!
Bossy Boss Man:Ahh, you got the vibrating egg then. Have you got it in?
Keira:No, I haven’t got it in! What the hell? Why would you send this?
Bossy Boss Man:Because I know you’re not ready for sex yet, but I still wanted to give you pleasure.
Whoa.Just whoa. Had he really said that?
When she’d opened today’s package, she’d thought it had to be a mistake. There was no way he had bought her a vibrating egg. Right?
The other day, he’d bought her some of those eggs that a dinosaur hatched from. The ones that you had to put in water. So she’d thought that maybe he’d meant to buy more of them.
Right, Keira. That makes sense.
Not.
Keira:I don’t need you to give me pleasure.
Bossy Boss Man:Ahh, so you have been giving yourself pleasure. I wasn’t sure.
Keira:Zander! That’s none of your business.