WHO IS HE?

I pick up the box, drop the vibrator in it and storm downstairs. I march down the spiral staircase, across the living room, and throw open the door to his office.

Nathan looks up from his laptop, brows drawing together. “Nicole? Are you ok?”

“What the hell were you thinking?” I demand. “Giving me that...” I struggle for the words.

He frowns, like he’s genuinely confused. “Is it the wrong brand? Or flavor?”

“Flavor?” My voice has risen an octave. “The flavor is not the problem, Nathan.”

He scowls. “There’s no need for theatrics. I don’t know how you’ve interpreted my fulfilling your request as an insult. It’s been a long day for me—”

“I didn’t request this.” I drop the box on his desk. “It’s a gross violation of personal boundaries.”

“Oh, for goodness sake.” Nathan opens the black box, irritated. “It’s just...” His voice trails off as he sees what’s inside. Maybe now that he’s seeing it in real life, Nathan’s realizing what a bad idea this was.

I stand with my hands on my hips, feeling