Just as they’re walking out the door, Barrett calls after them. “Enjoy your evening.”
I shut the door behind them before I turn to face him. I’ll clear this up quickly so he can leave and I can breathe again. “I only ordered pens today. If something else was shipped with them, it’s the store’s mistake. I’ll return it tomorrow and have the amount credited back to Garent’s account.”
He runs his fingers along his jawline. “I called the customer service number listed on the packing slip after I opened the box. They assured me that there were two items in the cart when you placed the order. The box of pens and this.”
Before I can ask what the second item is, he reaches into the brown bag and yanks out a rectangular box.
Oh my God.
There is a vibrator in my boss’s hand.
Chapter 29
Barrett
I could have handled this tomorrow in the office. I probably should have, but I’m not a man who puts off an important conversation. Besides, curiosity brought me to Isabella’s apartment. I wanted to see where my executive assistant spends her nights.
Meeting her sister and her best friend was a bonus. Max Polley seems like a good guy. Gina is just as I imagined she’d be. She’s attractive but in a much different way than Isabella is.
Gina is pretty. Isabella is the type of beautiful that graces this earth once in a lifetime.
At the moment, her skin is flushed pink, and her blue eyes are wide. I shocked the hell out of her when I pulled the vibrator out of the bag.
The box was delivered no more than five minutes after she left the office for the day. I set it on her desk but decided to pry it open to see how many pens she’d or
dered. I laughed out loud when I saw it was two hundred. I expected ten, maybe twenty, but Isabella saw fit to go for the best deal.
The laughter went up a notch when I noticed the other item in the box.
I ordered take-out from a deli near the office and sat down to debate what the fuck to do. By the time I swallowed the last bite of food, I had formulated the ingenious plan to swing by here to deliver the vibrator to my executive assistant.
Not a squeak has left her pouty lips since I showed her what’s in my hand, so I clear my throat. “You did order this, didn’t you?”
I’ve cornered her. We both know she ordered the damn thing. My question is why charge it to the company? She knows better. I don’t give a shit about the money. I’ll bury the small amount under entertainment expenses, but I’d like to understand how this made sense to her.
Her bottom lip trembles and for a split second I think she might start crying. I don’t know her well, but that seems out of character. Isabella has proven that she can go toe-to-toe with me. I can’t imagine her crumbling under the weight of embarrassment.
She sucks in a deep breath and manages a small smile. “It’s a funny story.”
I hold back a chuckle. Still holding the vibrator, I lean my shoulder against the foyer wall. “I can’t wait to hear it.”
Her gaze darts to the living area before it lands back on my face. “Do you want to sit down?”
That’s an invitation I didn’t expect. Pushing the box at her, I nod. “You take this, and I’ll take a seat.”
***
After handing me a glass of cold water, Isabella settles into an armchair that faces the gray couch I’m sitting on. The apartment’s décor looks like it jumped off the pages of a magazine. It’s got a much more welcoming feel than the penthouse I’m learning to call home.
Emptying the tall glass in one large swallow, I place it on the distressed wood coffee table and wait for her to start talking.
Anxiously picking at the nail polish on her thumb, she keeps her gaze pinned to her lap. I watch as her lips move silently as if she’s rehearsing what she’s about to say.
“It was a mistake,” she blurts out. “I put that in my shopping cart a couple of weeks ago because mine is wearing out.”
She wore out a vibrator?
A fleeting image of her in my lap riding my cock with abandon flashes in front of me. I choke it back with a cough. “What did you just say?”