He looks positively scandalized, he may even reach for figurative pearls to clutch.
“But why?” he pouts.
“Because,” I say, “I need one of them there to help you if you get overwhelmed. Plus it would be extremely disrespectful for me to cross this boundary with you unless your pack is on board. And, to be perfectly honest, I need to cover my ass.”
I actually am worried that he might freak out. As far as I know he’s never even entertained the idea of being with a woman, and an aroused woman is an intimidating thing when you’ve never experienced one. I also do not want to be accused of taking liberties or advantage. And I’m not likely to get carried away with myself or Jasper if one of them is there chaperoning.
“But,” he’s almost whispering now, “What if I’m embarrassed for them to watch? I don’t want them to think I’m…”
I grasp his big toe in my fist and hold onto it until he gives me his eyes. “They won’t ever think you’re anything but gorgeous and tempting,” then I let go of his toe and pat the bottom of his foot, “Them’s the rules, toots.”
He nods at me and goes back to my foot massage and the show. He’s going to ask. Part of me really hopes they’ll say yes. The rational part of me is resigned to weather his disappointment when they refuse.