“Yeah,” Owen says as he leans a tad bit closer to me. “It’s our turn to ask the questions.” He smiles devilishly, yet seductively.
“You both are so close that I’d hate to be the cause of the downfall of your relationship with each other,” I offer instead of an answer. The truth is that I can’t, and won’t, choose between them. Both dates were fantastic, different in so many ways from each other.
“While I liked different things about each of the dates with you,” I say, looking around the room as if an answer would jump out at me. “I find it difficult to choose betwixt you?”
“Awe, c’mon,” Trent taps the top of his desk and sits back. “You’ve got to know something.”
“Yep, and we already promised to be good sports,” Owen says and then holds up two fingers close together. “Scouts honor.” He smiles a reassuring smile.
Feeling the pressure well up inside of me, I quickly blurt out, “Can’t we just have a threesome?” The question comes as a shock to everyone in the office, more so me.
Did I just make that request? I could feel the heat rise to my face as I look at the two of them. I can tell that it made them both unhinged, and that they are doing their best to shake off the willies about it.
Blowing out a long pent-up breath, I stand and say, “I mean, you both share everything under the sun, so why not share me?”