Chapter 5

Nigel waved my protest away. “Nonsense. ‘Tis the season.” When he gave me his winning grin and winked, I went from mildly intrigued to full-blown interested with that quick, secretive gesture.

Winked. At me.

One second my heart beat in my chest and the next, it was thudding in the front of my jeans. Oh my.

“Here’s what tonight’s schedule looks like,” Nigel continued.

I pulled my mind out of my pants and tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but I found myself falling into the cadence of his voice and the words themselves seemed meaningless.

“First we’ll sample a few of our wares—Boy Toys has a full line of lubricants, oils, and rubs that you’ll get a chance to smell, touch, and even taste, if you want to. Jason will pass around applicators—” He pointed to an unopened bag of cotton balls on the couch and a box of tongue depressors beside it.

For a moment I stood there looking at them stupidly, but a nudge from Nigel sent me scurrying to hand them out.