Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
ALLISON
A week and a half later, Allison thunked her head back on her driver’s seat. “Thank god that’s over with.”
After a long morning finishing and delivering wedding flowers for the two blushing Forrest/Horrowitz brides, Allison had put together a simple lunch for her parents’ anniversary.
She’d brought all her parents’ favorites to their house, wanting to do something nice for their fortieth.
She’d grabbed to-go entrees from Fox the bathrooms had vintage fixtures.
The outdated-yet-charming woodwork throughout made Allison feel like she’d stumbled into a storybook.
It was everything that lit her up inside.
“Hi, Harry,” Allison called as she hauled box after box into her living room.
She shoved the last vibrator into the entryway, and a furry gray head peeked from around the corner.
Harry sniffed the boxes with the same concern Allison felt. Allison took a photo and sent it to Wells.
ALLISON
Harry doesn’t approve.
WELLS
Good girl, Smokey. I appreciate you checking the deliveries so thoroughly.
Give her three extra treats from me.
Allison’s mouth twitched as she dutifully dug out three snacks from a bag and fed them to a purring Harry.
What am I supposed to do with all of these?
First, I’d suggest reading a really smutty book. And then when you start to feel a special tingle down there…
You know what I mean.
They’d been on a two-week break, and she’d only thought about him every day, and only masturbated to the memory of him twice.
Okay, three times, but who’s counting.
WELLS
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.
Allison chewed on her fingernail as she looked at the boxes as if they might bite her.
She was almost forty, for god’s sake. Wasn’t the shame around sex supposed to go away soon?
WELLS
Unless you need some help trying them out…
Allison’s heart kicked at the possibility, her hand moving to cover her stomach. I might never have sex with him again.
Help a walking good girl complex get over her fears of the Big Bad Vibrator.
Annnnd just like that, she was okay if she didn’t see him ever again.
ALLISON
I do not need any help from you, good sir. You have done quite enough.
Look at you all flustered.
I am not flustered.
Yes, you are. You speak like a 19th century English school mistress when you get flustered.
Allison screamed in frustration and tossed her phone on the table, not wanting to hear from him anymore.
Harry ran up the stairs.