It started with a simple question: “Do you know how this toy feels?” Being asked about a sex toy is one thing. Being asked by a melt-your-panties-off tower of male-hotness is something else entirely. I mean, when I took this job, I figured I’d have to try out the merchandise so I could give advice, but… I never imagined this. Every day he comes in, and each time, he has a new question. A new toy. And his wicked smile says he expects me to try them all out and report back to him. The weirdest thing? I’m doing it. I can blame it on wanting to do a good job, but the reality is I’m rolling around in bed thinking about a stranger. Just when I’m sure he’s gone far enough… he asks me to try out a toy while he watches. It’s insane—totally perverted, totally wrong. So why did I tell him yes?