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maximum while holding it against my palm. ‘Brooke, you have to try this out, so
much stronger than my rabbit.’
    ‘Try me,’ she smiled. I looked around to make sure
no one was looking and dialled it up and stuck it on her nipples. She did
actually scream out loud and we burst out laughing as everyone looked around,
so I quickly turned it off. ‘Holy shit, I need me one of those, get me the baby
one as they’re too expensive.’
    ‘Brooke, I’m on good money, so I can’t buy my
thatched cottage now he’s pissed our savings up the wall, but I can afford to
get you a decent vibrator.’ I put two of them in the basket and a box of
vibrator wipes for me, then bit my lip and put another box in and Brooke raised
her eyebrows.
    ‘There’s thirty in a box Ellie and they’re like king
sized sheets, so you can cut them in half and get sixty uses out of one box. You’re
potentially going for twenty eight days with one hundred and twenty wipes? You’re going to masturbate four times a day?’
    ‘I’m sex starved and could get cut off from
civilisation if it snows, what else do I have to do?’
    ‘Christ, I hope you’re not on an old fashioned
coin fed electric meter up there,’ she giggled. I paid for our purchases and
sat on a seat while Brooke went to the toilet. I grabbed my mobile out of my
bag as it rang, but it wasn’t Zac’s ringtone, which I’d changed to “Hate (I
Really Don’t Like You)” by The White Stripes. When I looked I didn’t
recognise the number so I picked it up.
    ‘Hello?’
    ‘Ellie Baxter?’ My eyes rolled into the back of my
head and my jaw got floor scuffs it dropped so hard at the sound of my name in
the caller’s deep masculine sexy voice. It had just reached places even Zac’s
tongue had never discovered.
    ‘Yes,’ I virtually whimpered.
    ‘You applied for a month’s rental in Scotland
starting Monday,’ came that voice again. I cramped up my toes in my heels and
felt my skin goose up and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand to
attention.
    ‘Yes.’ I barely heard myself whisper, it was an
effort to focus on anything but what his voice was doing to my clit and
nipples.
    ‘I’m sorry, is this a bad time? You sound a little
breathless.’
    ‘I … I’m …’ O shit what was wrong with me? I’d
lost ability to function. ‘It’s fine,’ I managed to say.
    ‘It’s yours if you want it,’ he said.
    ‘I’m sorry?’ I exclaimed, had he just said “I’m
yours if you want it?”
    ‘I said it’s yours if you want it. You really
sound rather distracted, are you no longer interested?’
    ‘Yes,’ I managed to blurt out quickly. I already
wanted to stay there, but if there was a chance of meeting the man attached to this
drool worthy voice, I was more than interested. I was on the verge of an orgasm
from his tone alone. ‘I’m very interested … I mean I most definitely
want you … O God sorry, I meant I definitely want it, really badly ... O
God no, not “it” as such, I’m not implying that I’m desperate for sex … not
that I’m not desper ... God damn it, this is all coming out wrong,’ I groaned
as I slapped my forehead. I was sure I heard a deep sexy laugh coming down the
phone.
    ‘If you’re interested, in the rental, it’s
yours. I’ll email you the PayPal link for payment. It’s a way from the airport
and taxis normally have trouble finding it, so I’ll come and collect you
myself.’
    ‘You don’t have to do that,’ I replied as my
stomach fluttered again at the thought of meeting my sexy mysterious caller.
    ‘It’s no problem, all part of the service, Miss
Baxter.’ I could sense the smile on his lips down the phone and to hear my salutation
rolling off his tongue was … God damn it, if I was getting worked up and wet
knickered over a bloody guy I hadn’t even met, while I was still wearing my
engagement ring?
    ‘I’ll email you my outward bound flight details
then.’
    ‘No need. There’s only one flight from London