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“So… you’re running the podcast?” he asked.
“In a way.”
His eyes grew even wider as he burst out laughing. “You’re gonna be on the show, aren’t you? Are you gonna talk about dildos?”
“Would you keep your voice down?” I hissed. “Look, I’m doing this to help her out. She’s expanding and she really needs my help.”
“No, I got it,” he said, stifling a laugh. “You’re her toy expert. She needs a man’s opinion.”
“It’s not like that,” I sighed. “It’s…we’re giving women advice. They want to know what toys a man likes to use. I’m actually kind of nervous.”
“About what?” he laughed.
“About talking about sex in front of all those women.”
“Why would that be embarrassing? It’s not like you’re going to tell any personal stories.” Then he winced. “You’re not telling them about the man you almost fucked, are you?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, praying he would just drop this. “Why would I talk about that?”
“I don’t know. You’re talking about sex, and that was a sexual experience.” He shrugged. “It seems like it might come up in conversation.”
“It’s not a porn podcast,” I chastised. “We’re having a serious discussion about sex toys for business purposes. That’s it.”
He nodded, but the way his lip quivered and his eyes watered, I knew he was holding back for my sake. Once I was out of the training center, he’d burst into laughter.
“Look, I know this is asking a lot, but maybe you could keep this under your hat? I don’t need the guys knowing about this.”
“Of course. Remember? I’m the guy everyone teased relentlessly when I had no memory.”
“Exactly. I don’t need that kind of shit right now.”
“You have my word.”
I wanted to believe him, but working with everyone around here long enough had taught me that if something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. By this time tomorrow, everyone would know about the podcast and I would be teased relentlessly.
But that didn’t matter. This was about my wife, who was working her ass off to make her business thrive. I wouldn’t let her down.
I ran home and showered, then dressed and met her downstairs. I’d converted one of the bedrooms downstairs into an office for her. With all the changes over the last year, it now looked like a combination of an office and a broadcast studio.
“Are you ready?” Emma asked eagerly as she ran around the room, setting out products for us to discuss. We learned after the last time that it was best to have the toys on hand. If I didn’t have the product in front of me, Emma had to use more creative ways to remind me which product was which, leading to more sharing with her listeners than was absolutely necessary.
“Let’s get to work,” I grinned, hoping to put her at ease. I didn’t particularly like doing this, but I would do anything for her.
After she was all set up, she took our first caller.
“Hello, my name is Annabelle, and I was wondering what would be a good choice for a newbie?”
“Hi, Annabelle!” Emma said cheerfully. “I would recommend starting out slow and figuring out what you like. The Snake is a good way to go. It’s multifunctional and has a lot of settings, but it’s a good price.”
“Next caller,” Emma said cheerfully. “Hello, you’re on the air with Emma and Blake.”
“Hi,” the high-pitched voice said, clearing her throat. “I was wondering what you would get for a man.”
“Well, we have numerous toys for your lover?—”
“No, I mean, what toys do men like to use on women?”
Emma grinned, flicking the switch for me to talk. “I’ll pass that over to my husband.”