Dangerous Attraction: Part One (Aegis Group) by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online Page B

the first girl said.
    “I know. I know.” Bliss shouldered her purse and stopped abruptly.
    “Need us to entertain your friend?” the other girl offered.
    Christ. The mammoth butt plugs had arrived, and the boxes were arranged like a Christmas tree right in front of the door. She eyed the tacky string of lights casting ominous red light onto the black toy.
    “Who did this?” She turned toward the two crawling out from behind the cases. The new hot and cold glass dildos were out, finally. Not like she’d asked for them to do that for a week or anything. “This is not a front of the store item. A casual shopper is not going to purchase a butt plug the size of a cantaloupe. Move this. Put the red and green vibes up here, some fuzzy handcuffs. And where did the naughty elf costumes go? Fix this. Now.”
    Bliss didn’t wait for the two to respond. The shop wasn’t technically her responsibility, but damn it, they couldn’t scare people off the moment they walked through the door.
    She took the shortcut through the masturbation section to the stairs. There was no way to avoid the bondage area, so she lifted her chin, pushed her shoulders back and strolled past some of their more intimidating gear to the Staff Only door. She breathed a little easier, at least until she caught a glimpse of partially inflated blow-up dolls. Christ. She didn’t want to know. The warehouse was not her area.
    If she’d had her thinking cap on, measuring Travis’ reaction to the front display would have given her the perfect ammunition when the sales associates inevitably argued about switching out the merchandise. They wanted the shop to invite men just like Travis in to purchase items for themselves and their partners, but putting an extreme toy hardly anyone purchased front and center wasn’t the way to make it happen.

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    O h God, Travis had just seen the butt plugs. He couldn’t handle the idea of a vibrator, what was he going to think of a butt plug? Or the floggers? Or the sheep-shaped blow up dolls?
    Calm down.
    Bliss kept her gaze straight ahead and walked past the industrial shelves full of boxes and carefully inventoried sex toys.
    What did it matter what he thought?
    Okay, he was an attractive man once she got past the scary factor, but he was responsible for finding her missing sister. That was it. Besides, she was chubby and her vibrator collection would undoubtedly scare him away.
    One more flight of stairs, a hallway, and she unlocked her office, stepping into her sanctuary. She held her office door open for Travis and shut it behind him. Hopefully everyone else would take the hint and leave her alone.
    “Sorry about that,” she mumbled and retreated to her desk chair.
    Her office was one of the more spacious ones, but that was because she was now in charge of order fulfillment to their bulk-buying clients. Namely, the adult film producers who sometimes liked an in-person meeting and demonstration of the products. Her desk was the size of Texas and she had two windows with a lovely view of the mountains. She turned on her desktop and waited for it to boot up.
    “Do people...use those?” Travis sat across from her in one of the desk chairs. He had a few brown folders laid out in front of him and a frown on his face.
    “Not enough to matter, and that’s the point.”
    “But there are people who use them?”
    “Yes.” She tried to not bristle, but she knew the condemnation was next, and she couldn’t help but take those comments personally. She might never want a cantaloupe sized thing shoved up her ass, but if she did, why judge?
    “Christ...I don’t think I want to know. Different strokes I guess.”
    Bliss glanced at him, waiting for Travis to tack on some other statement, but he was too busy looking at the walls. That was it?
    “The BDSM practitioners who visit the store have a saying— Your kink isn’t my kink . I feel like the sentiment applies to most of the stuff we sell.” She relaxed marginally.
    Not