Page 74 of One Wrong Move

“Well, it was very quiet around here without you.”

“Was it? I’m sorry.”

“You should be. I was forced to tackle several of my goals on my own.”

His eyes darken. “Which ones?”

“Um, going out to a bar by myself. I also went to the movies alone after work on Thursday.”

“All right. Good job,” he says. “If you did number seventeen, don’t tell me about it. I’ll never be able to see the guest bedroom in the same light again.”

A laugh escapes me, but I can’t look at him. “It’s still so embarrassing that you saw that.”

The threesome I had impulsively put on the list.

“I don’t think embarrassing is the word I’d use,” he mutters. He takes a long sip of his drink, his eyes thoughtful. “Two men? A man and a woman?” His eyebrow lifts. “Or two other women?”

I look over my shoulder. “We can’t discuss that here.”

“Why not?” he asks. “It’s a party, isn’t it?”

“It’s not that kind of party.” But then I look around—at the beautiful people in elegant dresses and suits. Take in the crooning music playing from the hidden speakers. Scrutinize the flowing bar. “Wait. It’s not, right?”

He snorts. “You think I’d throw an orgy and invite you?”

“You’d throw an orgy and not invite me?”

“If I did,” he says calmly, like this isn’t the stupidest conversation I’ve ever had, “I’d warn you first. Now come on.” He leans closer, his eyes on mine. “Which kind of threesome do you want?”

“Nate!”

“What? Want me to go first?”

My eyes flare. “You want to have a threesome?”

“I’ve tried it.” The words roll off his tongue ever so casually, smoothly, his eyes not leaving mine. Like that’s a perfectly normal thing to say.

“You have,” I breathe. “What kind?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s entirely fair,” he says. “You just don’t like it.”

That makes me grin. “I was trying to give a false impression.”

“Good try, but I’m the master of them,” he states. His eyes drop briefly to my lips, then flit away.

“Is that what you’re doing tonight?” I ask. “Giving a false impression?”

His wandering gaze freezes for an instant. But then he looks at me and smiles, just a teeny twitch of his lips. “There is an ulterior motive for having this party.”

“Tell me what it is so I can help.”

“I wish you could, Harp.”

“What’s the deal?”

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