FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Eight
"I beg a favor. When I unscramble her memories, take away her fear and help her to accept me."
Bast considered his request then nodded. "It will be done."
Kira entered The Lust Bastion, clutching her white box with The Great Smenkare inside. Bast had called her and asked her to bring it. She worried there was something wrong with the vibrator. She couldn't imagine any circumstance where a porn shop, even a classy one like Bast's, would recall its sex toys. Maybe men everywhere had banded together to protest its orgasm-inducing abilities.
Disheartened at the prospect of losing her vibrator, she entered the store and went straight to the cash register. The same little scruffy man she'd seen on her first visit here sat behind the counter looking at a magazine called Humping Hooter Honeys.
Before she could ask for Bast, he jerked a thumb toward the purple curtain. "She's waiting for you in there."
