Evans #2
“Oh.” There’s a lump in my throat. Why do I feel so disappointed? Scrubbing the back of my neck, I avoid Bell’s curious gaze. Fuck, why hadn’t I realise that alphas wouldn’t be allowed here? Shiloh literally said it was a safe space for omegas.
“What are you looking for?” They move behind the counter, carrying a box filled with what looks like animal tails? But like, in crazy colours. What animal has a hot pink tail? Or one threaded with glitter?
“Nothing.” Swallowing, I shove my hands into the pockets of my grey sweatpants. “I didn’t realise you worked here.”
“Yeah.” He looks away, hand tapping nervously on the counter. “It’s a new thing.”
“Why do you need a job?” Glancing around, and then back to the pretty omega, I frown. “Doesn’t your grandmother own Campbell foods?”
It was one of the largest international luxury food suppliers, with over 2,000 brands under their belt.
The headquarters was based in Switzerland, which must be where Bell’s family were originally from I guess.
I only knew that much because my father had some sort of hard on for their building and had been trying to buy it from them for years.
“Yeah,” they chuckle awkwardly, not offering up any explanation, and I don’t ask. Everyone has secrets, and being amongst the elite at Oakley, I wouldn’t expect anything else.
Bell, slides a hand into their messy curls. Have they lost weight? Their usual shine was duller, like something had sucked the soul out of them.
“Look, if you promise not to tell anyone about my job, I’ll help you find whatever it is you’re looking for.” Their words are flat, exhausted and something feels off.
“I’m not entirely sure what I’m looking for. I was thinking… “ My words are whispered and I can feel my skin going bright red as my cheeks heat. I glance upwards, and realise the ceiling is mirrored. “Maybe a dildo? But a small one, for like, a newbie. Or a butt plug?”
I said it.
I said what I wanted.
Sorta.
Holding my breath, I clench my fists.
“Interesting.” Bell blinks at me for a moment before pulling a blue sucker out of their pocket, tearing off the wrapper and cramming it into their pretty mouth. Instantly they perk up, the sugar clearly hitting its mark. “Well, there’s no judgement here. Only fun.”
They lead me over to the trophy wall filled with toys of all shapes and sizes. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen this many dick shaped things in my life, and I’d practically grown up in a locker room.
“Since you don’t have omega anatomy, I would suggest you stay away from everything on the left side of this wall.” They point to some toys that are literally the size of my arm, or have huge bulging knots at the base. Yeah, that’s a little too advanced for me.
“Is this for solo play or with a partner?”
“Solo.” I clear my throat awkwardly. I couldn’t imagine talking to Sadie about something like this. “I uh…well, you see…I’m not—”
“Look, stop making it awkward.” Bell lifts their hand, silencing me before I make an ass out of myself with useless rambling. “Sex is sex. I don’t care how you get your rocks off, unless I’m getting them off with you. Which, I am not. And…I have no plans to.”
They give me a small, apologetic smile but honestly there’s no need. The last couple of times we’d hung out in the same space, I’d realised the vibe between us had changed. Bell was pretty, and they had an ethereal way about them but I wasn’t interested in the same way anymore.
“Yeah, you’re totally hot but I feel like that ship has passed too.
” I pick up a box and turn it over in my hand.
It’s a set of three butt plugs, all various sizes, made from zinc alloy and designed to be heated up or cooled.
Interesting. “You know, if you need someone to talk to…I’m not just a dumb jock. ”
Looking surprised, Bell pulls the sucker out of their mouth with a soft pop. Their lips are stained blue. “I never said you were a dumb jock.”
Shrugging, I smile. “I know what people think of me, what they’ve always thought of me, but I’m used to it by now. I’m actually a pretty good listener.”
“That’s sweet of you.” Bell hums thoughtfully, twirling the sucker and handing me a small basket. “I’ll give you five minutes to take a look, come find me at the counter.”
It feels a lot less overwhelming standing here, knowing that Bell is only on the other side of the room.
There are so many different lubricants. Water based, silicone based, flavored, heated, cooling, slick replicants. How do you choose?
A pink bottle catches my eye, and I add it to the basket. In goes the box with the butt plugs, they even have a cute jewel at the base. Why the hell not? It’s not like anyone else will see them.
My gaze snags on a small royal blue dildo, no, wait. Not a dildo. A prostate massager with a remote control. I chuck that in the basket too. There’s some weird looking metal thing, called an enjoy wand. According to the box, you can also use it as some sort of back massager.
I snag a green dildo too, just to make sure all the bases are covered. And it matches the vibratator…so, I felt like I needed it.
When I put the basket down on the counter and watch Bell ring up my purchase, I also grab a pair of candy underwear and toss them in.
“Here, you’re going to need these.” Bell adds some toy cleaner and a UV cleaning pouch to my order.
Pulling out my wallet, I tap it against the card reader, not even looking at the amount. I never did.
While they bag my items, I pick up their phone from the counter and tap it against mine.
“There we go.” It pings, letting me know our devices have connected. “It’s my number. Call if you need a friend.”
Bell frowns, their lips pouting slightly as their eyebrows pull together. With a cheery smile, and a very discreet bag, I leave Velvet Knot.
I’m barely ten paces down the street before I hear my name being called behind me.
“Evans!’ Bell jogs strides towards me, looking up with a small smile. Barely a smile at all really. They stand awkwardly, wringing their hands, which tells me something is definitely going on. Bell was always confident and charming.
“If you have any questions about this or anything else, you know where I am.”
I nod, it might be nice having someone to talk to who wasn’t living with me or didn’t hang around because of who I was.