‘How do you like to wear your lilies, sir?’ he mocks jokingly. ‘On my face. Thank you.’
It’s good that we can make fun of this serious situation.
Our smiles fade.
“So what did you tell Francisco?” he asks monotonously this time, staring at the ceiling.
“Exactly what I told you. I told him that I liked him. And I’d try to play fair and have something special for him.”
“You do have something special for him.”
He shifts his eyes to me.
“I have something special for all of you.”
He searches my eyes, and I can’t hold his stare, so I tilt my gaze down.
“And that’s the other thing. I didn’t think orgies meant actually living with three men.”
“It’s the arrangement we have,” he says. “We’re exclusive with each other, so inherently, you get more than sex.”
I think about what he says.
“What do you get?” I ask, keeping my eyes trained on him.
“Aside from being jealous occasionally?” he jokes.
“Yes. Aside from that…”
“A lot of satisfaction.”
“How?”
“Watching you with them. Having you for myself.”
“Aren’t you afraid that things might spin out of control? That one of them might pull me away from you?”
“They’ve already done it, and here you are.”
I think about it for a second while he studies my eyes.
“They are convinced I belong to you,” I say. “And yet, they do everything they can to tie me to them. For the moment, at least.”
“And you like it.”
“Yes. I do. I like how they make me feel.”
“They don’t do everything they can.”
“No?”
He clicks his tongue.
“None of us do.”
“Hmm… Interesting. I thought….”
He rolls onto his side, folds his arm under his head, and looks at me.