Authors: Sylvie Kaye
“Still frisky.”
He glanced from the road to her. He was curious to see how far her enthusiasm stretched. Steering one-handed, he reached into the glove box. “I have a present for you to wear on our next date if you’d like.”
“I can’t accept—”
“Before you go all mushy on me, you’d better look in the box.” He passed her the small blue and gold square package.
She opened the lid and, unblinking, stared at its contents. “What is it?” She held up the gold-
coloured
, oval-shaped, gel-coated device by its thin, short retrieval wire.
He pulled into the driveway in front of her house. “It’s a hi-tech, remote control stimulator.”
He studied her face.
Please, don’t reject it
. He braced his arm along the back of her seat and caught a whiff of her spicy, sexy scent.
A mind-bending combination of female.
“I’m supposing I wear,
er
,
insert
it?” She sized up the three-inch by one-and-a-half inch sex toy as it dangled from its pull cord. She arched a brow at him, a reddish, well-shaped, pretty one. “And you control the remote?”
“It works from up to twenty-five feet away. It’s super-quiet and hypersonic with six degrees of vibration, pulsation and escalation.” She nodded with each ‘-
ation
’ he mentioned. “It’s called a Golden Egg.”
She laughed, dropping the apparatus back into its gilded box. “I hope that doesn’t make me the goose.”
After stashing the small, square remote into his pocket, he wrapped her slender, warm fingers around the container. “Take the box, and I’ll keep the control. Think on it until we meet again.”
“I have to say the evening certainly was exciting. The wine was aromatic, the dinner scrumptious, the company charming, and the entertainment original.”
“Thanks to you.”
She kissed him goodnight, taking the tiny gift box with her when she left.
Halleluiah.
Chapter Five
Max called Wendy at the dealership the next day.
“You’re not having any morning-after doubts, are you?” His voice thrummed through her like it had upon their first meeting. His sexy allure was unlike any she’d ever known before. Yet, she forced herself to resist him.
“No doubts,” Wendy lied. “I had an exceptional night.” That much was the truth. She’d relived every word, action and nuance over and again. She’d hardly slept.
But in the light of day, she knew she’d acted out of character. She wasn’t the kind of woman to have sex on a first date. She wasn’t the kind to submit herself to a man’s desires for her own gratification, and one so young at that. Anyway, she hadn’t been until last night.
“Are we on for the movie tomorrow night?” he asked.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that. I have to check my schedule.” After a hurried goodbye, she hung up.
As if there was anything in her appointment book.
She’d spend the evening and the next and the next, like all the others, in her
pyjamas
by seven p.m. watching TV.
Read a book, for
cripe’s
sake, she scolded herself.
Max persisted and called every day, and every day she put him off. She needed time to think.
To put him and her life into proper perspective.
Although, there wasn’t anything proper about Max, outward appearances aside.
He looked successful, responsible and easy-going, until he was aroused. Then he was dominant, demanding and, God help her, fantastic in the sack. She craved him like chocolate but denied herself both indulgences.
He was too young for her. He was too kinky for her. He was all wrong for her. She’d had her one wild night. Now back to reality, boring as that was.
By the end of the week, her life was back to normal and dull as ever. Bringing up an order on the computer screen, she said into the phone, “I’m sorry, John, but the new hybrid is still on back order.”
“When will it be in?” He paused. “Remember Fred and I
were
old friends.”
“Honestly, I don’t have a delivery date for any of the hybrids. I promise to call you as soon as I hear.”
She hung up and shook her head. The hybrid was so hard to get in
The day dragged on with paperwork, phone calls, problems with customers, parts, detailing,
plates
, insurance. You name it.
But no calls from Max.
He’d given up, and although she knew it was for the best, a part of her felt let down.
At four o’clock, the gang at the dealership surprised her.
“Happy birthday,” they shouted while carrying a pink and white frosted cake.
She’d forgotten. Or, most likely, she’d wanted to forget.
While they sang the verse, she counted more dripping candles than pink-iced roses.
How dreadful.
When they finished the cheerful song, she blew out all the flickering flames, even though it took more than two breaths. All the same, she smiled and pretended it was the start of another great year.
Another year of loneliness.
When she got home, she didn’t hop right into her
pyjamas
. She waited for the phone to ring and pounced when it did.
“Happy birthday, Mom.”
“Tyler, I knew you’d call.” She grinned at the sound of her only son’s familiar voice. Birthdays were for spending with family, not employees or acquaintances. The day had taken a turn for the better.
“I know we’ve done dinner on your birthday for the past two years since Dad’s been gone, but I’m sorry, I can’t make it this year. I didn’t
realise
the Mariah Carey concert tickets were for tonight until Rachel called.”
“I understand. I hear tickets for Mariah Carey are hard to get.” Her heart ached, but she refused to be a clingy mother. “Besides, young people should be with young people.”
After agreeing it was merely a postponement of the dinner and not a cancellation, they hung up.
Young people should be with young people.
Warning bells went off. Max. She’d been right to avoid him all week. Even so, she flopped onto the nearest chair, miserable. She kicked off her heels.
The only thing worse than getting older was getting older alone.
The phone jangled again. She jumped up. Tyler had changed his plans. Selfish, but she felt elated.
“Hello, Wendy.
Thought I’d touch base with you.”
Max’s voice reverberated through the phone, affecting her like it always did.
Her flesh tingled and her stomach did a flip-flop.
At her age, how silly.
“What’s new?”
“It’s my birthday and our age gap just widened.”
“Birthdays are only numbers.” He brushed off her worry. “Why don’t we go out and celebrate?
Unless you have other plans.”
Her plans included the TV Guide and a TV dinner.
“I did, but my son had to postpone at the last moment. Don’t you have plans on a Saturday night?” she asked, curious and surprised.
“My mind was set on you, and my invitation to the movie is still open. I’ll even buy you a present.”
“Your presents are strange.” She laughed, feeling better, less lonely.
The heck with their age difference.
Max was just what she needed tonight.
“I’ll let you pick it out at the adult superstore.” He chuckled. “Price is no object.”
“I’ll just wear the gift you already bought me.” She sounded throaty. He brought out the naughty side of her so
easily,
a side she hadn’t known existed until they’d met.
“Don’t forget to load the batteries.”
“Bring extras,” she
said,
her voice enticing.
“I’ll be there within the hour.”
* * * *
Sad, but Max was happy that Wendy’s son had stood her up. For whatever reason, she was willing at last and no longer merely a voice on the phone putting him off with an echo of regret. That’s what had driven him to persist. Her hauntingly lonely but sensual voice had touched the empty parts of him.
He had patience, in bed and out, and it had paid off tonight. The expectation of being with Wendy had only stoked his need. He ached to have her again, to be with her and in her.
He squeezed her hand as she sat next to him in the theatre.
“I never knew an IMAX screen was so huge.” Wendy craned her neck to see the bottom of the screen from their upper tier seating.
“The screen’s seven
storeys
tall with a multi-speaker sound system. This one’s equipped with 3-D technology.”
“Good grief.” She dug into the tub of popcorn and munched a handful.
He handed her the 3-D eyewear. “The show’s an underwater adventure.”
Perching the plastic glasses with the
coloured
lenses on her nose, she faced him. “Do they make me look intelligent?”
“Beautiful, sexy and scholarly.”
He met her eyes through the
coloured
plastic. She was all three of those things, even wearing the goofy-looking glasses.
“Wendy.” At the sound of her name, they both turned their heads towards the aisle. A bubbly twenty-something woman shot them a quick wave while balancing her jumbo soda. “I thought you were going out on the town with your son tonight.”
“Something came up at the last minute. This is—”
“Well, I’m glad one of Tyler’s friends was able to fill in for him.”
“Over here.” A voice called and the woman disappeared into the darkness above them.
Clearly stunned, Wendy sat there as if she’d been slapped. Max reached over and hugged her stiffened shoulder.
“I didn’t have a chance to introduce you to Marsha,” she said blankly. “She works in the parts department at the dealership.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Manners don’t seem to be a priority of hers.”
“She’s still young and dumb.”
“My point exactly.”
He pecked a kiss to her forehead and continued to hold her.
Seemed the age difference was still a problem for her, and possibly the reason she’d put off going out this second time. He intended to do everything in his power to make her forget about the insensitive coworker. Luckily, he had just the device to aid him.
* * * *
Forcing Marsha and her none-too-flattering assumption to the back of her mind, Wendy concentrated on the crunchy buttered popcorn and the hunky man sitting next to her.
By the time the lights went out and the movie experience began—with sea creatures swimming right at her in the third dimension, the relaxing sounds of the ocean ebbing and flowing around her, and Max’s warm, strong hand holding hers—she felt carefree for the first time in years. The feeling could become addictive, she warned herself.
As soon as they finished the popcorn and she was once again entranced by the 3-D effects, a tingle rippled inside her. The sexually exciting tickle built in intensity ever so slowly.
Ah. The stimulator she’d inserted on his dare. And Max was playing.
She jerked her head to catch him in the act. Sure enough his hand was in his pocket and his face looked too passive to be innocent.
She bumped his elbow and he whispered, “What?”
“More.” She sent him a steamy glance.
The next shot from his remote sent an undulating wave of prickles radiating at a much quicker, steadier pace. She crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to contain the delicious feeling of lust firing her flesh.
Max sent jolts pulsating through her core at intermittent intervals. Anticipation excited her as much as the actual resonations. She gripped the armrests as the thrills escalated with each tap of his thumb on the button of the remote.
When she was so wet the crotch of her panties felt damp with craving, she rubbed her leg along his calf to get his attention. He leaned his head down closer to hers and she whispered near his ear. “I’m ready to leave.”
Without giving anything away, he engaged the remote and a sluggish, pulsing beat thrummed inside her, arousing her to a frenzied state of urgency. She tugged on his sleeve and reached for her purse.
“Don’t you want to see how it ends?”
“I’m counting on a happy ending.
For the movie and me.”
She stood and angled down the narrow aisle. He followed close behind. Too close. His body heat and scent only stimulated her further.
Once outside, the chill, early spring night air did nothing to cool her desire. As they walked down the block, arm in arm, towards the parking lot, a man approached them.
“Hey, Max.” He stopped and held his hand out to her. “Are you a client of Max’s? I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jim, an associate with the firm. Nice to meet you, Ms…”