How to Kill a CEO

3: The Day She Saw What Was Under Her Nose

He looked deadly.

Huge as he stood on the table with his suction cup holding him against the glass showcase. Seriously, close to a murderer. Neon green and veined as he towered all the other things there. Bulbous head, with a little slit.

He was mighty. More so, when the woman selling him pressed the egg-shape remote, and the monster started flipping left and right, like a fish out of water, showing off his hidden talent, which was-- how to properly mixed peaches. 

'Holy shit...'

"Mrs. Myers, I would like you to meet the G'zilla."

Ramona blinked a couple of times, frozen on her feet as she watched the rubber phallus wiggled like a wolf in heat. It took her complete four seconds to take her gaze away from it and looked back at the woman before her, Andrea – tall, redhead, and sexy while giving her a 'sales-talk -smile.'

Andrea looked comfortable while being surrounded by all the glass showcase filled with rubber' marital aids'. Some electronics, some odd-looking, some simple, and some scary. Just like that humongous 12 inches bad-dragon standing like a king by the end of the table, purple and pink with two huge balls, bigger than her knuckles as balancing it. It looked angry...very – with its veins in full display, ready to rip anyone who would dare sit on him. 

Whose p***y could take a traffic cone in the first place? Certainly not hers.

'Damn...'

"G'zilla has a lot of talents too." It was the saleslady's perky voice that pulled Ramona's attention back. One push on the rubber pump in her hand and the dancing rubber began puking on the desk, stinging the desk with what looked like unborn babies.

"I-It can come?" Ramona gawked.

"It's lube." Andrea winked, scooping the gooey thing that rolled down G'zilla's shaft before putting it in her mouth. She sensually pulled her finger out afterward, creating that distinct pop. "Cherry flavored. You wanna taste it before you buy--"

"Ah no. She's not buying it."

That was when an unfamiliar deep voice cut what the saleslady was saying.

Then from Ramona's back, a manly hand came from nowhere, pulling G'zilla off its suction cup. The first thing her eyes landed on were veins, manly under faultless tanned skin. Extremely sexy as it gripped the s*x toy in a tight choke-hold, murdering it before putting it away from the cashier.

"Sir, there's a line--"

"I know. And I'm telling you, she's not buying it." Again, the mysterious man cut Andrea's rant in a sarcastic tone. He was fast when he put three Blueray DVDs before Ramona in replacement of the dildo.

"Sir, I'll be dealing with your purchase soon. Kindly fall back in line."

"No."

"E-excuse me?" Ramona wasn't sure if it was the proper time to raise her hand. The only thing she was certain about was that she wanted to evaporate from that place as soon as possible.

For a start, there was a hard body pressed firmly against her back. And take note, it wasn't just a simple lump of flesh. It was hard, lean, and hot to the extent that she could feel her womanhood dancing, although she couldn't see who the bastard was.

"Andrea, here's my card. Punch G'zilla in. We're going home."

Silence said hello to everyone when the saleslady immediately grabbed the rubber, swinging it to the counter even before the nosy man behind her react again. A quick minute, a 'caching' sound from the cashier, and the monster toy was already boxed, perpetually resting in a paper bag that was dangling on her arm.

"Thank you." Ramona gave the lady one last tight smile. Feeling her embarrassment bubbling in her veins, she quickly walked away, aiming for the door. She was already halfway to the door when the mysterious man's voice made her stop.

"I hope you're buying that for someone else." His voice sounded like he was suppressing a grin this time, thus forcing Ramona to turn to him with her eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry, sir?" she sarcastically asked. She was thinking of going into a verbal war onset. However, the image that welcomed her got her thinking otherwise.

She gawked. She wasn't ready for that teasing smile. More so, those perfect green eyes staring back at her like he was imagining her riding that rubber she just purchased. His amusement was oozing all over the place that she could almost feel it bounce against her forehead. 

Her eyes lingered on him longer, catching a glimpse of his clean-cut blonde hair, his towering height, and his amazing built under his preppy long sleeve paired with denim. For Christ's sake, every pore in him was screaming, "Bring-Me-To-Your-Momma'. If only they didn't meet inside an adult store, she would mistake him for an overgrown church boy. 

'Oh yeah! Hallelujah, Sweet baby Jesus...'

"I swear, dear. I really hope that's not yours." The stranger palmed his face. Probably a desperate attempt to erase his huge grin. He didn't win that tiny battle because a split-second more, and he ended up covering his mouth to muffle the lowest, most devious, sexiest laugh she heard -- she totally forgot where her uterus was located. "Tell me that's for someone else. A sexually frustrated friend of yours, perhaps?"

"Umh..." She was suddenly at a loss of words, unsure if she should answer back. She cussed inside her head upon realizing that her mind completely went blank. Although standing, she felt like sitting on a hot seat with her ass getting burned to a toast. "Actually, it's mine."

"What?"

Ramona couldn't tell what exactly happened to the guy after she confirmed who the dildo was for. If she wasn't ready for his smile earlier, the more she wasn't ready when his smile faded and got immediately replaced by disbelief. 

She swallowed hard when goosebumps ran from the bottom of her spine up to her scalp. 

"Lady, you're not going to use that. That will cause completely irreversible damage to your-- Hey! Hey!"

She didn't wait for him to finish nagging anymore. One quick once-over to check if there were any other customers noticing what was going on, and she completely bolted out of that place, leaving the strange blonde guy still standing next to the counter with his mouth and eyes wide-opened in horror.

Why was she talking to a stranger in the first place? She didn't even know who the freak was.