Underneath the smooth fabric, he knew she was wearing BodyVibe because she had given him the remote when he picked her up, along with a small smile that all but dared him to use it. He hadn’t felt this nervous on a date since prom night when he had employed every bit of the manual dexterity he possessed to avoid sticking that stupid pin with the pearl on it into his finger, or worse, his date’s smooth, freckled shoulder. The BodyVibe remote in his pocket felt like a loaded gun. Just once, he promised himself. Just BodyVibe. And only to see if it could be cross-promoted in the new line. He had spent the afternoon trying to convince himself he was doing this for his company. The success of DoublePlay depended on Sologirl. His employees and his customers depended on him. He was being selfless, a martyr, even. Yeah, right. More like his cock was depending on him. He’d been hard from the minute he’d seen her nameplate on the Formica desk in the library, hard the whole time they had been speaking, hard while he downloaded the directions for the BodyVibe remote and refreshed his memory.
