Whatever Kiersten expected an adult s*x toy store to look like, the discrete building on Broad Street wasn’t it. With its white-washed exterior, red shutters, and white curtains, it might have been a high-end salon or private boutique. A pink neon sign in one window flickered OPEN in a chunky, inviting script, and wild roses edged the sidewalks and steps leading to the front door. The small parking lot was hidden from the street behind the roses, which Kiersten liked. At least no one she knew who might be passing by would see her car and wonder what she was doing there instead of at the doctor’s, where she was supposed to be.
Hers was the only car in the lot, another small blessing. Her heart hammered in her chest as she parked, but she told herself she was being silly. I’m an adult, she
