Page 80 of Tease Me

“Oooh, Memphis has a challenge for me.”

“Cool.” Calvin seemed to be enjoying this.

“Okay, I thinka bit ofreverse psychologyis calledfor.” She moaned. “If you do it, I’ll eat cheesecake with my green tea on Tuesday.”

That was ahugechallenge for Lolly. I’d never seen her eat sweets. “Okay, that’s a deal. But I’m not telling you anything until we’re sitting at the coffee shop on Tuesday.”

“Oh, what? You can’t do that.”

I pushed up from the floor, almost feeling normal again. “Yes, I can.”

“Oh fuck, babe, you’ll kill me. Anyway, all this talk about threesomes has made me horny again, so . . . gotta go.”

She hung up, and I giggled as I returned to the reception desk.

The night flew by, and I was stunned when Needledick suddenly appeared at the counter. I’d been busy all night and was so engrossed in catching up with the check-out paperwork for today that I hadn’t noticed the time.

“Morning, Jane. How was your night?”

“Crazy. I’m sure these uni students don’t sleep.”

He huffed as he tossed his keys into the top drawer.“I’d love a good night’s sleep.”

I was seconds away from asking him how his mother was when I caught myself and turned my thoughts to the handover process. “You have about nine guests arriving this morning. All the check-in cards are here.” I patted the pile of index cards on the counter. “And fourteen guests are checking out.”

“Okay.” His enthusiasm was non-existent.

I grabbed my bag. “All right, I’m off to sleep then. Have fun.”

“Yeah, not likely. I need today like a hole in the head.”

Ihad the impressionhe was dying for me to ask what was wrong, but I resisted with all my might. With his dour comment perfect for my departure, I turned on my heel and tugged my skirt down as I walked toward the elevator.

Within five minutes, I was in my room and had both taps running full-on into the bath. I pouredina decent quantity of Marjorie’s bubble bath and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

With my peanut butter on toast and a strong hot coffeein hand, I returned to the tub, stripped off, and hopped in. As the warm water hugged me like a true friend,my thoughts went toLolita. The relationship she had with Calvin was special. Was it because they shared everything?

Would I be able to tell a future husband-to-be that I’d had a threesome? The concept of a discussion like that horrified me, and as I nibbled on my toast, I tried to force my brain away from three naked bodies rolling around a bed together.

But I couldn’t.

The more I thought about the two hot men waiting for me upstairs, the more it consumed me. But it wasn’t me they were waiting for . . . it was Memphis.

Memphis would be the one having the threesome.Strong, confident, sexy Memphis.

I really have gone mad.

I swallowed a large gulp of coffeeand then grabbedmy cotton washer and slathered it in soap.As I ran the warm cloth over my legs, my mind skipped over the never-ending positions three sexed-up people could get themselves into. My horny insides pulsed with pleasure at the images playing through my brain.

Could I do this? Could I share my libido with two men?

I’d be in charge.I could dictate who did what. Andwhat went where.I giggled.

Suddenly,the decision was made. Memphis was back, and the two hunky spunks were about to meet onevery curiouswoman.

I climbed out of the bath, toweled off, and applied my abundant Memphis makeup with haste and skill. My dilemma came with my choice of wig. The black one I’d worn for each of them before had been a mess after Jackson had stomped on it last time, but it was a total loss after my recent attack on it with the hairspray for my rock-chick look.

Without any other solution, I decided Mickey and Jackson were about to meet the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Memphis.

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