Sixty-Five

Isobelle

The lady was wearing a black T-shirt with the store logo emblazoned across it in hot pink. At least she worked here. It would be worse if it was another customer.

“Aww, honey, there's nothing to be shy about. Sex is natural,” she spoke nonjudgmentally.

I supposed it was part of her job to make customers feel at ease. There were no other people in the shop. It was just me and her, and I felt my confidence come creeping back to me from wherever it had buggered off to.

Her brows raised with humored interest and a mischievous glint sparkled in her steely gray eyes. I swear, they seemed familiar to me. Her face, her features, everything. I was trying not to stare. It was rude, but I just couldn't help it.

“So, you want to assert a little dominance in the bedroom, huh?” Her lips curled into a smirk as she ushered me through to the sex dungeon.

Had she just read my mind? What gave her that idea? Did I really look that clueless?

Her brazen comment took the pressure off me having to s