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about this poster.”
“Oh, that’s for our new line. We’re branching out and expanding the shop. All kinds of fun toys and such.”
He nodded. “So what’s this on the poster about meeting the man behind the toy?”
Bryn’s cheeks flushed. “We’re going to have our own custom toy. We’re in the process of finding our model now.”
“So, you’re looking for a man . . . to use his . . .”
“Yep. We’re gonna mold him. He’ll be doing appearances at the shop and everything. A spokesperson, or rather, spokespenis.”
Oliver smiled and let out a brief laugh. That explained a lot. He’d wondered why Mia needed to feel him in different positions. She’d been testing him out to see if he’d make a good sex toy. “That’s . . . different.”
“We know it’s risky, but we really need to take the shop in a new direction.” She turned back to the poster, her voice lowering to a mumble he almost couldn’t hear. “Or we’ll cease to exist.”
Was Mia in danger of losing her shop, her job? He couldn’t let that happen.
“So what kind of stuff does your girlfriend like?” Bryn asked, shaking him from his thoughts.
“Oh, um, maybe I’ll wait. I don’t know what she’d like. Thank you, though.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping in.”
She left him to tend to a customer at the register and he turned back to the poster. Now he wanted the job more than ever. He wanted to be the one to help Mia save her shop. And maybe the job would help him, too. No way would Alexiana marry a penis model.
He hoped his problems were on their way to being solved.
CHAPTER Six
Y ou’re home early,” Alexiana said without looking up from her copy of Vogue .
Oliver stepped toward the chair and sat. “I couldn’t concentrate, so I left.”
Not another word as she flipped pages, dressed to the nines, hair and makeup done.
“Going somewhere?”
“No.”
“Then why are you dressed like that? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to wear something else if you’re lounging around the house?” He pictured Mia’s soft sweatshirt hiding a toned, curvy body. And her loose natural hairstyle, longing to bury his face in it again.
“I don’t lounge. And comfort looks horrendous.”
Even in her own home she needed to uphold her image. How had he ever thought a girl like Alexiana was for him? Had he ever really pictured a future with her?
The two had been pushed together by their parents after years of friendship. They’d played together as young kids, way before Alexiana had turned into a snobby socialite like her mother. Oliver recalled the many times they’d swum and played Marco Polo at his family’s summer cottage. But he started high school and she hit puberty, and it all changed.
After six years away earning his bachelor’s and MBA, he’d come home to start his adult life, and there was Alexiana, sexy as hell. He’d wanted to rekindle their friendship—what guy wouldn’t want to get close to a woman like that—but she’d changed. She wasn’t interested in being friends with the boy she once knew—she was only interested in finding a man. Their families were still close, and after a few years of nagging from both sets of parents, he’d asked her out on a real date.
If he’d known then where he’d be now, he’d have definitely run far away. Amazing how an unplanned pregnancy and forced marriage proposal could ruin a friendship. Especially when he suspected the pregnancy might not even be real. She wasn’t above faking it to get what she wanted.
Oliver needed an out. And he just might have one. If that “out” also led him to a woman he actually liked spending time with, all the better.
“I decided to get a second job.”
“Why?” Alexiana crinkled her nose and looked up for the first time since he’d walked in the door. “It’s not like we need the money.”
That was true. He made good money and they both had trust funds. “It’s not about the money. I’m bored.
“Oh, that’s for our new line. We’re branching out and expanding the shop. All kinds of fun toys and such.”
He nodded. “So what’s this on the poster about meeting the man behind the toy?”
Bryn’s cheeks flushed. “We’re going to have our own custom toy. We’re in the process of finding our model now.”
“So, you’re looking for a man . . . to use his . . .”
“Yep. We’re gonna mold him. He’ll be doing appearances at the shop and everything. A spokesperson, or rather, spokespenis.”
Oliver smiled and let out a brief laugh. That explained a lot. He’d wondered why Mia needed to feel him in different positions. She’d been testing him out to see if he’d make a good sex toy. “That’s . . . different.”
“We know it’s risky, but we really need to take the shop in a new direction.” She turned back to the poster, her voice lowering to a mumble he almost couldn’t hear. “Or we’ll cease to exist.”
Was Mia in danger of losing her shop, her job? He couldn’t let that happen.
“So what kind of stuff does your girlfriend like?” Bryn asked, shaking him from his thoughts.
“Oh, um, maybe I’ll wait. I don’t know what she’d like. Thank you, though.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping in.”
She left him to tend to a customer at the register and he turned back to the poster. Now he wanted the job more than ever. He wanted to be the one to help Mia save her shop. And maybe the job would help him, too. No way would Alexiana marry a penis model.
He hoped his problems were on their way to being solved.
CHAPTER Six
Y ou’re home early,” Alexiana said without looking up from her copy of Vogue .
Oliver stepped toward the chair and sat. “I couldn’t concentrate, so I left.”
Not another word as she flipped pages, dressed to the nines, hair and makeup done.
“Going somewhere?”
“No.”
“Then why are you dressed like that? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to wear something else if you’re lounging around the house?” He pictured Mia’s soft sweatshirt hiding a toned, curvy body. And her loose natural hairstyle, longing to bury his face in it again.
“I don’t lounge. And comfort looks horrendous.”
Even in her own home she needed to uphold her image. How had he ever thought a girl like Alexiana was for him? Had he ever really pictured a future with her?
The two had been pushed together by their parents after years of friendship. They’d played together as young kids, way before Alexiana had turned into a snobby socialite like her mother. Oliver recalled the many times they’d swum and played Marco Polo at his family’s summer cottage. But he started high school and she hit puberty, and it all changed.
After six years away earning his bachelor’s and MBA, he’d come home to start his adult life, and there was Alexiana, sexy as hell. He’d wanted to rekindle their friendship—what guy wouldn’t want to get close to a woman like that—but she’d changed. She wasn’t interested in being friends with the boy she once knew—she was only interested in finding a man. Their families were still close, and after a few years of nagging from both sets of parents, he’d asked her out on a real date.
If he’d known then where he’d be now, he’d have definitely run far away. Amazing how an unplanned pregnancy and forced marriage proposal could ruin a friendship. Especially when he suspected the pregnancy might not even be real. She wasn’t above faking it to get what she wanted.
Oliver needed an out. And he just might have one. If that “out” also led him to a woman he actually liked spending time with, all the better.
“I decided to get a second job.”
“Why?” Alexiana crinkled her nose and looked up for the first time since he’d walked in the door. “It’s not like we need the money.”
That was true. He made good money and they both had trust funds. “It’s not about the money. I’m bored.
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