“You have it?” I demanded, clearing the breathiness out of my voice. He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed. “Have dinner with me.” I blew out a sigh. “No. Give me back my package.” “You seem kind of desperate for it.” The wickedness was back in his eyes. Ten-fold. “You can’t keep it hostage.” “Can’t I?” Hands on both my hips, I argued, “I paid for it. Are you seriously going to steal my vibrator? I’d say you’re the desperate one if that’s the case.” He let out a bark of laughter, his white teeth
