Page 34 of The Friend Zone
Because they slept late, Omar ordered an early lunch, consisting of chicken sandwiches and French fries, which they were now devouring on the bed. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him and his shoulders against the tufted headboard, while she sat with her legs curled beside her, noshing on fries while they asked each other a series of questions. The questions crossed a line they never dared approach when they were strictly friends.
“Okay, I have a good one,” Omar said. “If you could have a one night pass to sleep with anyone, who would you use it on?”
“Boris Kodjoe,” Dana answered immediately. “I’ve been in love with him forever, and when he speaks German, he’s so sexy.” She sighed dramatically.
“I’ll do my best to make sure you never meet that pretty motherfucker,” Omar mumbled.
“You’re mean,” Dana said with a laugh. She ate a fry. “Who would you use your pass on?”
“Alexus Rackley, no question. She’s gorgeous and has the kind of confident attitude I like.”
“Who is she?”
“A plus-size model I discovered by accident. I follow her on Instagram.” He licked his lips.
Dana pursed her lips. “You and your big girl fetish.”
“Not a fetish, sweetheart, a preference. There’s a difference.”
The tabloids were aware of his preference. At one time, there was speculation about Dana after she attended a charity event with him, but Omar quickly addressed the situation, and his publicist was able to have the article removed.
“I’ma need you to unfollow her on Instagram.”
“Negative. Your turn to ask a question.”
Dana tapped her chin, trying to think of the perfect question to ask. “Oh, I have a good one. What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”
Omar stared up at the ceiling as he thought. “I can only pick one?”
“Good grief, yes.”
He laughed. “Okay, I guess it would be a threesome.” He shrugged. “I’ve had several threesomes but didn’t always enjoy myself, and they’re a lot of work.”
“You poor baby, sounds like it was such a chore.”
“You have no idea,” he said, a hint of mild amusement around his eyes.
Dana dipped her fries in ketchup and said, “My answer is the same, but I’ve only been in one threesome.”
“Oh yeah?” Omar’s green eyes brightened, and he sat up, looking at her with newfound interest.
“With two men.”
The smile on his face died. “Oh.” He sat back against the headboard.
Dana cracked up. “You were okay with me being with a man and another woman, but two men is too much?”
“I’m not saying you nasty, but you nasty.”
“You were with two women!” Dana pointed out.
“Very different,” he said solemnly.
“No, it’s not. You’re a hypocrite. I’m actually surprised you haven’t done worse. I thought for sure you’d tell me you’d been in an orgy.”
His mouth formed an “O,” as if he remembered something.
Dana gasped and her eyes widened. “You’ve participated in an orgy?”
