Page 7 of Wish You Weren't Here
‘Yes,’ I say, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Our new friend – and potential threesome partner (I know we’re playing the yes game, but we’re not doing that) – greets two of his friends at the bar. He talks to them, waving his arms around, performing some kind of charade… oh, it’s shagging. Then he points at us.
One of his friends strolls over, looking amused.
‘He’s bragging about going home with you two,’ he says, glancing between us. ‘He says you’re going to let him have a go on your bird.’
He’s looking at Ethan who – of course – says yes.
‘Him?’ the man says in disbelief. He obviously thinks his friend is punching – and he definitely is, in this respect. If I was going to roll the dice on bringing another man into the mix (multitasking isn’t my strong suit – I’ve never been able to pat my head and rub my tummy) then it would have to be someone seriously worth it, like Jake Gyllenhaal or Tom Hardy. Oh, the audacity. Even thinking about the two of them jumping into bed with me feels pretty bold of me, given that they’re movie stars, and I’m me.
‘He’s paying you, right?’ the man checks. ‘He must be.’
Ethan smirks.
‘Yes.’
The friend laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.
‘Wait, are you two… are you two… do you like, charge for sex and that?’
I stifle a laugh, nodding.
‘Yes.’
The friend widens his eyes and then walks away, all of his questions clearly answered.
‘Does this game ever end in tears?’ I ask, turning to face Ethan.
He just shrugs and smiles.
‘I don’t know. I’ve never played it before,’ he tells me.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
‘You should have said yes, according to the rules of the game,’ I point out.
Ethan grins, leaning in closer.
‘I can’t imagine this night ending in tears.’
Before I can respond, the blonde hostess reappears with two doormen in tow. She looks at us sternly, hands on her hips.
‘I’m going to have to ask you to leave – for soliciting.’
‘What? Really?’ Ethan asks, feigning surprise.
The hostess narrows her eyes.
‘Wereyou soliciting?’ she asks.
Ethan looks at me, then back at her, a slow smile spreading across his face.
‘Yes.’
He turns to me, extending his hand.
‘Shall we take this party somewhere else?’ he asks.
