“What do they do?”
In my altered state, I didn’t edit. “They’re all professional liars.”
“What?”
“Lawyers. I don’t want to talk about them.” I shook off his grip and crossed my arms over my chest. I had to deflect. “Milwaukee, huh?”
Given my defensive body language, he looked okay with switching gears. “Yeah. I’m a middle child. Two sisters, both married and have kids.”
“Are you guys close?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
There was a heavy thud and my seat vibrated. The luggage compartment closing, or maybe the jetway retracting, or the engine falling off the wing. I combed a hand through my hair and bit down on my bottom lip. He was well aware of my nerves. And I think he decided to use it to his advantage.
“How’d you start working at the club?” His voice was low and curious. “You’ve got a degree, and not from some shit school, either.”
I accused him with my eyes and my words. “How the hell do you know that?”
“Logan mentioned it, after the night you guys . . .”
My fear mixed with annoyance. “What exactly did his big mouth tell you?”
“Basics. That you and Evie—”
“You don’t get to call her that. It’s Evelyn.”
“You and Logan both call her Evie. I don’t know her as anything else, so get over it.” I sighed in frustration. Another one of my rules he wanted to disregard. “Anyway,” he continued, “he said you two girls were fooling around when he came home. Do you . . . do that a lot?”
“No. It was a first time for me, for us.” Actually, the only time. “What else did he tell you?”
That subtle color developed over his cheekbones. “You asked if you could join them and she agreed.”
I waited for more, but nothing else came. “That’s it?”
“I don’t really want the details on Logan’s sex life. He said the threeway was insane, like in a good way, but he spent the whole time worried she was going to freak out and he was going to fuck things up with her.”
That wasn’t surprising, but it was the first time I’d heard this. Evie and I didn’t talk about it. Not in a “that never happened” way, more in a “we don’t need to” way. A one-time, relationship-risking experience for all of us, that we luckily made it out of unscathed.
“Did you like it?” He asked it casually, but there was a tiny edge. Oh, he was curious. Such a male.
“Yeah. I don’t have any regrets.” The cabin attendant was shutting the overhead compartments, and every click felt like I was ticking closer to my doom. “This is weird, talking about it. Logan and I . . . he’s your friend.”
Dominic’s face twisted almost into a grimace. “Yeah, I try not to think about that part. Mostly the stuff before he got involved.”
The buzz and fear made my brain sluggish. “You think about me and Evie together?” Despite everything, I kind of laughed. “She’s going to be your best friend’s wife.”
“Sorry, the idea of you with another woman? Way too hot not to think about.”
“It was hot.” Desire pooled in his eyes. Oh my god, maybe I could run with this distraction. I leaned into him, my lips close to his neck. “I don’t know which I liked better, fucking her with my fingers, or with my tongue.”
He exhaled loudly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“She was dripping wet for me. Her pussy was so warm and soft, and she made these little whimpers when I was going down on her. She screams when she comes.”
He clasped his hands in his lap, so obviously hiding his response. “Fuck, don’t tell me any more right now.”
Right now. Because he wouldn’t mind hearing more later. “You said you wanted to help me.”