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âItâs pink and perfect. Tell me dear ⦠was it a tight fit?â he questions.
Huh ⦠what the hell? My eyes widen in horror as his sick eyes look straight through me.
âTell me, how many orgasms have you had on that vibrator, Natasha? Do they feel good? Do they feel like cock?â
My face drops. Holy fuck. I stand in a rush and run for the door. Oh my god ⦠it was him. Heâs got it. How ⦠how did he even know who I am? Who was in my apartment? I run into the hallway and feel Jestenâs arm around my waist.
âWhatâs wrong?â he whispers.
My eyes are wide and before I can think what I am saying I blurt out. âMy house was robbed last week and my vibrator was stolen and he has it.â
; He frowns. âWhat?â
I nod frantically. âIt was pink and he just asked me how many orgasms I had on it. What the hell is that about?â I snap.
âJesus, stay in here. I will go and get someone,â he mutters.
âNo, donât leave me. What if he gets me?â I stammer as I grab onto his shirt in fright.
âHeâs not getting you, Doc. Calm down.â He runs off somewhere.
I wring my hands in front of me and I ring Maxâs number in a panic.
âHello, Max, come and get me,â I stammer.
âSure Iâm out the front. Whatâs up?â he replies.
âJust wait there. Iâm coming out,â I cry.
âOk, whatâs wrong?â he snaps.
I hang up in a panic.
I burst out of the bathroom and run straight into Jesten.
âJesus.â He snaps as he grabs my arms. âHey, calm down,â he whispers as he pulls me into an embrace.
My heart is racing as I am gripped with anguish. I am wrapped in his embrace as he tries to comfort my fear. My arms are wrapped around his broad back, he smells good, masculine, warm. I feel a frisson of arousal sweep through me and I pull back in shock as I frown.
He sweeps the hair back from my damp forehead and looks down at me ⦠huh?
Henry comes through the door in a rush. âNatasha, are you ok?â he asks.
Oh god, embarrassment sweeps over me and I pull out of Jestenâs grip. I do not want all of these people knowing I have a vibrator.
âCan we talk in private please, Henry?â
He smiles sympathetically. âSure dear. Meet me in the office at reception.â
I nod. âOk, I just want to freshen up.â I walk into the bathroom and put my face into my hands. The James Bond movie has now turned into Quentin Tarantino ⦠fucked up horror movie. I start to giggle uncontrollably. Even if I imagined this shit, I couldnât fucking imagine it. I need a strong drink.
Jesten walks into the bathroom. âYou ok?â
I smile, embarrassed. âYes, sorry.â
He cuddles me and for some reason I melt into his arms again. What am I doing?