Every girl has a goody drawer.
Sex toy party hostess Liv Tanaka has a collection. Vibrating purple rabbits, cherry-flavored edible underwear, flavored oils... Hey, wearing a leather corset and stilettos (while selling dildos) pays the bills. Just donât tell her very conservative parents. Because if they discovered Livâs sex-toy-selling âAsian Elviraâ alter ego, her parents would disown her.
So far, Livâs doing a bang-up job of keeping her two worlds separate...until Porter Benjamin shows up at her party. Tall and too-tasty-to-resist Porter, who works for her father. Porter, who wants Liv to host a party just for him.
And oh, sheâs tempted. But getting involved with Porter means mixing those two worlds that Liv desperately needs to keep separate. And now Livâs Naughty Toybox is starting to look a lot like Pandoraâs box....
Chapter One
Livâs heart beat madly as she stood in the living room of the upscale penthouse, dressed in her work uniform of a push-up leather corset paired with sky-high stilettos. Her almond-shaped eyes, lined with smoky gray liner, focused on the man in front of her, a thirty something day trader wearing a Lacoste polo and faded jeans. He looked down at her hands, eyes wide, as she clasped the shaft, running a finger sensually over the top, causing his mouth to drop open in a small O. She knew she had him right there, in the flick of her blood red nail over the tip. Heâd be all hers.
âHow much again?â he asked her, sounding nervous.
âSixty,â Liv Tanaka said brightly, her pouty red lips curving up in a smile. They both stared at the enormous vibrating purple dildo she held in her hand.
âIâll take it,â he said, nodding vigorously, and the whole room laughed. Some bachelor party guests hooted and sent wadded-up napkins Paulâs way. Paul, the groom-to-be, flushed a deeper shade of red, helped along by the beers heâd already drunk in the confines of his luxury penthouse on Chicagoâs Gold Coast. Still, he happily handed over a bunch of twenties to Liv, who rolled them up neatly and put them down the front of her corset. She may have come dressed as part-Asian Elvira, but she definitely showed that 100 percent sex sells.
âThatâll make Carrie happy!â one of the other guys shouted.
âCareful, Paul, she might want to marry that instead of you!â the best man said, and the room roared with laughter again.
âWhy is it so big?â Paul lamented, as he held an oversize vibrator in his hand.
âYou feeling intimidated, Paul?â the best man joked.
Conversation happily buzzed as Liv went about showing her wares: dildos, edible panties, flavored oils. She wore a short skirt, as per usual, and her legs were bare. She could feel the eyes of some guys on the ever-rising hem of her spandex skirt, but the partygoers, all in their early thirties, were mostly behaving themselves, and she was beginning to think her reservations about taking on a bachelor party were unfounded. Up until now, sheâd said no to most of themâshe preferred to be in a roomful of girls or a small number of couples. She didnât trust a room of all boys to behave themselves.
But the groom-to-be was a friend of her roommateâs so she knew him and his fiancée, and Liv was glad sheâd said yes. Sheâd made enough in the last hour to pay her rent this month. So far, the party was topping the bachelorette one last month, and the couples therapy party the month before that.
As she sold some warming lube to the best man she thought, as she had many times before, that if her Chinese mother or Japanese father ever caught wind of her âjob,â sheâd be banned from Thanksgiving for the rest of her life.
But sheâd tried to find work with her marketing degree, and so far had failed miserably.
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Her dad had offered her a job at the law firm, of course, right out of school, but the last thing Liv wanted to do was spend all her time in her fatherâs shadow or tucked away in some file room. When her good friend Kat had retired from the sex toy business last year, deciding to ditch it and go to law school, Liv needed serious convincing to take it over. What did she know about sex toys? Sheâd never even owned one before.
Besides that, sheâd only ever had sex with two guys, anyhow.
Thereâd been her clumsy college boyfriend of six months whoâd left her for a girl who lived down the hall in the dorm, and her secondâa random hook-up from a neighborâs partyâhad been quick and blah and ended with him asking her if she would do him the favor of not sleeping over.
But, as it turned out, hosting sex parties was easier than having sex. It was playing a role, just like during her college stage days when she flirted with majoring in drama. Nobody expected her to deliver, and she found she liked acting naughty. It was the first time sheâd ever really gotten the chance, if she was honest with herself.