Her face bursts with pleasure. “Really?”
“Not even a contest. You’re in a league all by yourself. The tippy-top.”
She grins.
“Worth every fucking penny,” I say softly.
“But you didn’t get your fantasy. We were supposed to be doing your fantasies first.” She runs her hand over my chest, right over my “Grace” tattoo. “You wanna regroup and do the thing with Bridgette? I’m totally willing... now.” Her eyes glint with something wicked.
“Fuck Bridgette,” I say. “I’m sure she already left, anyway.”
“You think?”
“If not, I’ll tell her to go.”
She smiles broadly. “But you seemed so turned on by the idea in Vegas.”
“Eh, things change. Life is fluid. You gotta roll with it. I guess it’s time to scratch that motherfucker off my bucket list—at least when it comes to you.”
Her blue eyes narrow sharply.
Clearly, I’ve said something wrong. “What are you thinking?” I ask. “You suddenly look like a chick.”
She assesses me with two chickified chips of blue granite for a moment. “I’m just trying to figure out why the change of heart—at least when it comes to me.”
I pause. She said that last part like she was gonna bomb my embassy—but I’d said those words to her as a compliment. What the fuck am I missing?
“Just what I said,” I say slowly. “When it comes to you, all bets are off. You’re a game-changer.”
“Oh,” she says. Apparently, she likes that answer. “After what you wrote about in your application—and how turned-on you were in Vegas when we talked about you watching me—I’m surprised. What’s changed?”
Kat’s right. I’ve done a one-eighty on the subject, at least when it comes to her. I can’t honestly say I’d never wanna watch two women again—but not if one of them is Kat. At least not now. But the truth is I felt literally sick about the whole arrangement the minuteI walked into the hotel room tonight and saw Kat and Bridgette sitting together. I felt like I was taking a shit right where I eat. Nobueno.
“Yeah, I was crazy-turned-on when we talked about it in Las Vegas,” I admit. “But that wasbefore.” I trace her lips with my fingertip.
“Beforewhat?”
Damn, she’s persistent. “You know,” I say.
“I actually don’t.”
“Before this past week.”
She grins from ear to ear. “What happened this past week?”
“I thought about you nonstop.”
“Oh.” She grins. “Well, I thought about you, too.”
“And not once did I fantasize about you fucking around with another woman. The only thing I thought about on an endless loop was doing what I just did to you.”
She bites her lip, but she can’t hide her smile.
“The thought of sharing you with anyone makes me wanna punch a wall or break a face.”
Her face lights up. “Well, gosh, that’s an unexpected development. Who would have thought?”
I lean back, narrowing my eyes at her. “You really are evil.”
