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Blake could really like
you.”
    Liza stopped tinkering with the decorations. “Hmph.”
    “What is it that frightens you?” Becky lifted an eyebrow.
    Liza sank onto one the chintz-covered chairs. How could she
explain this to her friend? She wanted a man in her life badly, but Blake Dean
was way out of her league. Liza needed control. She needed predictable, as
Becky well understood. Far too much of her life had been handled by others.
She’d been shuffled from foster home to foster home, and then to the orphanage
with no say in the matter. Her life was hers now—and Black was an
unknown. “I’m not scared.” The lie hurt.
    Becky pulled herself away from the table she’d been leaning
against. “Keep telling yourself that. While you’re at it, ask yourself this
one. Whatever old feelings make you hide behind this business, whatever it is
you need to control, is holding on to that worth losing a chance at
something real with Blake?”
    Liza let out a little laugh. “You shoot straight from hip
don’t you?”
    “That’s why you keep me around. Think on it. Even if he’s
not as interested as I think he is, you need to feel something sometime.” Becky tweaked the arrangement one more time before smiling wickedly.
“And then you can buy me one of those hundred-dollar vibrators you
bought because I’ll need it more than you.”
    “I’m not asking how you know about that, but you can have
that monster, Blake Dean or not.” Liza laughed and shook her head. She’d
ordered the top-of-the-line vibrator to try to help slake her body’s needs.
Before meeting Blake, she’d no desire for a man, just a really good orgasm, and
the Beaded Bunny had looked like a good choice online. It was bright purple
with shimmering beads and an interestingly shaped clitoral stimulator. She’d
figured that thing could take the place of any man.
    Becky sidled closer, smirking. “I saw the catalogue you left
on your desk with the thing circled and the confirmation number written on it.
What’s wrong with it? I thought those were supposed to be the best vibrator
going.”
    Liza felt herself starting to blush. This was not a
conversation one had with one’s assistant, but she couldn’t resist the urge to
share some information. “Well. The damn thing has six buttons on it, Beck.
Think about that for a moment. That gives it something like thirty-four
settings between the,” she lowered her voice even though the area was empty,
“bunny ears clit-stimulator and the shaft. The thing has beads in the shaft
that move around as it rotates! It’s really too much. I mean, who wants to
think that much at that moment?”
    Liza blushed harder before continuing. “And what position
are you in if you’re using a vibrator anyway?” She gave Becky’s imagination a
moment to catch up with the imagery.
    Becky shook her head, perplexed. Liza glanced around again.
“You can’t see the buttons when it’s in place—and they’re very sensitive.” Liza rolled her eyes at her assistant’s huge smile. “I can’t
believe I’m telling you this. Every time I thought I had the rabbit humming
right along and the shaft at just the right speed, the crazy thing would change
speeds and either send me to the moon or scrambling to turn it off. I’m telling
you, the Bunny has a mind of its own.”
    Liza felt her own laughter starting deep in her chest at the
memory of trying out the new toy. “I mean, when I looked at the other options,
I wondered what on earth women would want with a remote-control-operated
vibrator. Now I know.” She reached over and took her laughing friend’s wrist.
“And for God’s sake, do not use it when you have company in the house. The motor
on that thing’s louder than my hair dryer. I swear.”
    Liza thought about Blake, the way his face looked during
orgasm, and realized no matter how many buttons or how nice the rotating beaded
shaft, a vibrator was no replacement for the feel of a man between her thighs.
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