Page 38 of Fletch

“Wait,” she snaps, and I slow, hiding the smile as I turn to face her. “I’m fine. I called in sick to work,” she admits, heading inside and leaving the door open for me to follow.

Inside, she’s filling the kettle, and I take a seat at the breakfast bar. “Nice place,” I remark, looking around the large kitchen. “Are you sick?” I ask.

“No, I’m tired and pissed-off.”

“Because of me?”

She shakes her head. “No. I spent the entire day on the telephone cancelling my wedding. I’ve lost thousands.”

“You didn’t sort it out with perfect Pete?” A part of me feels relieved until I remember what I have to do.

“Nope. He ended up explaining why he isn’t happy, and I couldn’t see a way forward.”

“Sounds intriguing.”

She half smiles, turning the kettle off before it’s boiled. “If I’m going to tell you about that, I need a real drink.” She reaches into a cupboard and retrieves a bottle of scotch. It’s not my tipple, but I don’t argue as she pours us each a glass and hands me one.

She heads out the room, and I follow her into the living room, which is perfect with not a thing out of place. “I hate this room,” she explains, grabbing a pile of magazines and spreading them across the shelf. “It had to be tidy all the time.”

I smirk at the pile of magazines. “And that’s your way of rebelling?”

She laughs and grabs some cushions from the large sofa, dropping them on the floor, then she laughs again. “I’m going to leave them there overnight.”

“Rebel,” I tease.

We sit, and she takes a sip of her drink. “He wanted more kink.”

I grin. “And you didn’t?” My heart thuds harder. How the fuck can I convince her into a threesome if she doesn’t even like a bit of kink?

“Oh, I have no problem with it, but not when he wants me to control the whip. No, thanks.”

I relax at this information. “I think you’d suit a Dominatrix situation,” I say with a grin.

“And then he insisted we still marry and take part in some kind of threesome with his mistress.”

I arch a surprised brow. “Wow.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not into the threesome scene?” I ask carefully.

“Are you?” she asks.

I shrug. “I don’t mind it if everyone is consenting.”

She sits straighter. “You’ve done it?” I nod. “With another man and woman or two women?”

“Both.”

She rolls her eyes. “Of course, you have.”

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to have two men worshipping you?”

Her cheeks pink as she stares down into her glass. “No.”

“Liar,” I say with a smirk. “I get why you wouldn’t want to dominate him, though.”

She looks up. “You do?”

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