Page 67 of All Right No

Ginny took a further step into the room. “Is there something up? Did something happen?”

“No, everything’s good. It was emotionally draining, that’s all. I just need a bit of chill time.”

“Ah, okay… Well, if you need anything, give me a shout.”

“All right. Thanks.”

She turned, and put her hand on the door knob, unsure how else she could offer assistance without it seeming like she was prying into his personal affairs, when she only wanted to offer him the same sort of support he’d lent her.

“Wait, there is one thing you could possibly do.”

“Name it,” she said turning to face him again.

His eyes seemed to glow as he faced her, and a definite nervous—actually, no. It was more excited—tremor infused his voice as he spoke. “Do you still have those kits, like the one you got Xane for his birthday?”

The willy making kits! She blinked at him a time or two, as her brain went into overdrive trying to figure out why the hell he’d want such a thing. “Um, yeah. I guess I do. That is—” She coughed to clear her throat. “Yes, I have several.” Her merchandising plan to market Black Halo dildos hadn’t quite garnered the enthusiastic support she’d anticipated. Heaven knows why, it was a genius plan. Seriously, chicks would dig it. Take your own Black Halo favourite to bed with you. Well, a replica of his cock. Who wouldn’t go for it! It was freakin’ genius. Her friend Lykke had even volunteered as the first tester. So far, only Xane seemed game. Well, and she’d sneakily made Ever Ready Ash.

“May I have one, please?”

Ginny bit her tongue to stop herself from demanding what for. That was really none of her business.

“Shall I go fetch it now?”

“Whenever’s convenient.” He waved his hand as if they’d been talking about nothing more exciting than tea and biscuits.

“Although, if you could manage to be discreet about it…”

He meant sneak it up here so that none of his band members saw her. Sure, she could do that, and she’d bite her tongue and not prod him for information on what he could possibly want a vibrating replica of his own cock for. As she marched down the stairs, delivery in mind, the answer seemed patently obvious. There was only one reason for wanting such a thing—to indulge in kinky sex games with this mysterious woman Xane had mentioned.