She snaps her fingers. “Damn it. Saving the world always gets in the way of acting out mini-pornos.”
I laugh. “I tell you what. Right after we’re done saving the world, we’ll get started on our fantasy-fulfillment extravaganza that very night—right here in Vegas. We’ll take a couple days to decompress, just you and me, before we have to return to our real lives for a bit. How ’bout we do my fantasies first here in Vegas and then we’ll conquer yours the first chance we get in L.A.—because it sounds like yours are gonna take some advance planning.”
“Sounds good,” she says. “Better than good.”
I breathe deeply, my body electrified. This woman’s a dream come true.
“So let’s talk about the whole watching-me-with-another-woman fantasy,” she says. “Who’s she gonna be? How are we gonna find her?”
“She can be anyone you want, as long as she’s clean. Look in my sick fuck folder if you want. I’m sure Henn could track any of those ladies down.”
She makes a face. “I deleted that folder.”
“Oh, baby, my computer backs up daily. It’s in The Cloud.”
She rolls her eyes.
I laugh.
“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me. And here I thought you were so Zen.” She shrugs. “Well, I don’t wanna do it with one of those girls. I want someone new.”
“That’s fine.”
She looks on edge.
I cup her face in my hand. “Hey, if you’re not into it, we don’t have to do that one. I mean, if this were real life, I never would have told you about that whole thing in the first place.”
“What do you mean ‘if this were real life’? This isn’t real life?”
I’m stumped. Of course, this isn’t real life. This is Las Vegas. This is saving the world. This is fantasy-fulfillment. “I meant, if we were, you know, dating like usual. If you hadn’t read my application. Due to the circumstances, you know stuff about me no other woman ever has.”
There’s an awkward silence.
“We don’t have to do the thing with another woman. Seriously,” I say.
She sighs. “Josh, Iwantto do it. I wanna pretend I’m just a girlin The Club and that you’ve paid to do whatever you did with all those girls, exactly the way you did it.” She pauses. “Wait, no. Not exactly. I don’t want you to touch the other woman. Not a pinky.”
“I know. We already agreed to that. I wouldn’t even want to touch the other girl, honestly. Not if I was with you. That’d be like macking down on canned Spaghetti O’s when I’ve got a plate of homemade pasta right in front of me.” I touch the slight cleft in her chin. “A pretty dumb thing to do.”
Her cheeks flush. “But it’s still gonna turn you on? Even though you’ve already done it with all those girls?”
“Honestly, I was pretty done with the whole thing after my month in The Club—it gets kinda old after you’ve done it a couple times, especially when you don’t give a shit about either woman. But the thought of doing it withyou.” I shudder with arousal at the very thought. I stroke her hair for a moment. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m...” I stop myself from saying anything more. I bite my lip and drop my hand from her hair. Shit.
“Someone you’re what?” she asks, her interest obviously piqued. She tilts her head.
“Someone I’m...” I stop again. Nope. I really shouldn’t say that to her.
“What?”
There’s a long beat.
“What were you gonna say, Josh?” she asks. She weaves her fingers into mine. “Tell me.”
I clear my throat. “I’ve never gotten to do it with someone I’m really attracted to beyond the physical,” I say softly.
She smirks. “That’s really sweet. Thank you. But it’s not what you were about to say.”
I pause. I can’t say what I was gonna say. It’s too much too soon.
