Page 22 of Harmless Scandals

“Say anything? You aren’t making any sense.”

“Adam and I like to share women.”

Okay, again, she was born and raised in the dirtiest of cities, where people sold their souls and bodies for a chance at stardom. But even this shocked her. It happened and probably had at one of the parties she had been to. But, she had never had a person suggest it to her. What bothered her more was that she had been dreaming about it most nights.

“Share? As in taking turns.”

He sipped his coffee, then shrugged. “Sometimes. Sometimes at the same time.”

She said nothing again. Her brain had shifted into melt mode, and she wasn’t sure if it was going to ever recover. It was as if he had been peeping into her secret dreams.

“But, if that’s not your thing, then no worries, as I said before. Adam and I have quite a few female friends, and we would rather you be a friend than someone who avoids us.”

Visions of Adam and Mick and what they could do to her flashed through her mind.

“I…listen, I’m usually not good with any kind of relationship. I find it hard to hold onto one guy. The idea that I would have to keep up with two is a little too much. Plus, I barely know you.”

He nodded again. “Then get to know us. No pressure. If you change your mind, you let us know.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.” His voice was gentle.

“That makes me think you weren’t really serious.”

“How so?”

“If you were to give up that easily…” She let her words trail off, and she knew from the expression on his face that he understood.

“Listen, I want you. Actually, I’ve walked around half hard since I met you. Asking a woman to be shared by two men, especially after knowing them for a week, is odd. But know this, I would give anything to go down on you right now.”

She blinked again. It was such plain talk, and she wasn’t used to it.

“Uh.”

Before he could respond, lights flashed through the window.

“Damn,” Mick muttered.

“What?” she asked looking through the window.

“Adam. Listen, don’t tell him I said anything.”

“Why?”

“He wanted to wait.”

“Jesus, you discussed this? Like a timeline?”

“Of course. And when I saw him with you the other night at dinner, I knew he was interested.”

Before she could say anything, the front door opened, bringing with it Adam and rain.

“Mother fucker.” Then he saw her on the couch. “Excuse my language.”

Even as stunned as she was, she found the need to laugh about it.

“No problem.”

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