I search for a way to decline Cat’s offer without being a jerk about it.
The moment stretches between us. Rob hasn’t responded either. A threesome is something we’ve done before, but that was ages ago, back in college. Is he considering it now? He hasn’t said anything, so I have no idea what he’s thinking.
We’ve been silent for too long. Cat takes a sip of her wine and sets it down on the counter. “Or maybe I wouldn’t,” she says, her fingers worrying at her nails. “Maybe that’s too much of a fantasy, and maybe it should stay that way.”
Shock punches me in the gut. My eyes lock onto her fingers. The way she’s twiddling them. . . I know that gesture. I see it every single day at work. It’s as familiar to me as my own face.
Her face is different. Her jaw line is more angular. Her eyes are a different color, and so is her hair. She looks like an entirely different person.
Despite all of that, I’m certain.
This blonde woman standing in front of us, suggesting we show her around. . .
It’s Mel.
My cock is instantly hard. It’s Mel, and she wants us. It’s my secret, forbidden fantasy come to life, and my body is so, so ready to take her up on her offer. Say yes, my erection insists. Say yes now.
My mind is a step behind. I struggle to make sense of this situation. What the hell is going on here? What is Mel doing at Club M? Does she know it’s us?
I’m about to open my mouth and ask her to explain, but before I can, Rob speaks up. “It’s a masked ball,” he murmurs. “You’re supposed to voice your fantasies.” He runs his finger down her arm. “All of them. No holding back, no restraint.” He takes a step toward her. “And if you’re good, Cat. . .”
Her breath quickens. Her lips part. “What happens if I’m good?”
He flashes her a smile. “If you’re good, then West and I will be happy to make those fantasies come true.”