Chapter 3 #2
I thought back to five years ago. So many things had been happening in the world at that time. Government upheaval, political crisis, new laws. “The Sexual Freedom Act,” I whispered.
“Yep. With the passage of that act, companies like ours became legal.”
“The company is regulated, isn’t it?”
“Yes, we do have regulations—a lot of them—that we have to follow. Inspections once a year, and regular reports we have to submit. So far, we’ve had no issues.”
“Sounds like you’re expecting something to go wrong?”
A company built on facilitating sexual fantasies. This project was going to be a lot more than interesting. My dry spell had been going on for a while. I wonder…
He rubbed his forehead. “No. Getting the reports together takes more and more time each year. I want to cut it in half or more.”
“I can do that.”
“We can do that.”
I couldn’t suppress a smile. Developers were so protective of their work. Helicopter parents had nothing on us. When integration or modification of applications, especially those I’d built, was necessary to achieve or enhance compatibility, I wanted to be the one to do it.
“What is the next department?”
“Research and Development, aka R his grin was infectious, and his black hair was slicked back. I stepped out of the elevator, and Asher followed.
“Emma, this is Marcus DeLuca, head of R I could barely think. If I didn’t stop this fantasy, I’d end up a puddle on the floor at his feet.
“I get it. You don’t have to continue.” I tried to keep my voice steady and cool, but my skin was on fire, and my body felt more alive than it had ever been.
Professional, Emma. Pull yourself together.
Asher chuckled. “See how massage oils can be fantasy-fulfilling?”
Oh, boy, did I.
Was he trying to arouse me?
My body’s reaction to his ‘fantasy’ felt almost like some sort of betrayal. My ire rose in response to my lack of control, but I pushed it away. There was no reason to get into it with him now. But if something similar happened again, we’d have to talk about boundaries.
The ringing of a phone made me jump.
“Sorry.” Marcus, thank goodness, was at the other end of the table and probably hadn’t heard Asher’s words. Marcus pulled out his cell phone as I moved on to the next table.
“Asher, can you continue the tour? I have an issue in the lab.”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“It was great to meet you, Emma.”
Before I could say anything, Marcus left. I took a deep breath. “I never knew there were so many dildos.”
“That’s one word. We use insertables.” He waved his hand at the first table. “Here we have ones that will work for men and women.”
I looked the table over. There were ribbed devices, metal ones, glass ones, ones with small hand pumps. I moved to the next table.
“This one is for women,” Asher commented.
Goodness. How sheltered was I? I had a vibrator, but that was about it. There were round balls you could insert, a massage wand with attachments, nipple clamps, and a bunch of other items.
Mind. Blown.
My body felt too tight. “I think I’ve had enough,” I whispered. I needed a cold shower—or at least a cold drink.
“Are you sure? There’s a lot more to explore.” His eyes twinkled, and his eyebrows rose.
Cut the innocent act, buddy. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.
“I’m sure.” I spun around and headed for the door.