“Not really, to be honest. I mean, I’ve never pretended to be a “good girl” or a virgin or anything like that. Everyone knows that I waitress at the Corinthian. But I do have a question…” I say.
Brent nods.
“Shoot.”
I bite my lip, hesitating for a moment.
“Well, was hooking up with me planned? I mean, you did come with a sexy gift, and things progressed pretty fast too.”
Brent shakes his head immediately, but then he and Hunter share a look.
“Well, not technically,” Brent acknowledges in a slow voice. “But I’ll admit that wewerehoping for something to happen.”
“Is that so?” I ask in an amused tone, raising my brow.
The guys laugh. “Well yeah, because we see you at the hotel all the time, sweetheart, prancing around in those tiny little cocktail dresses while wiggling your ass at all sorts of men. You’re gorgeous, baby, and let’s just say the party was the perfect opportunity to get to know one another better. So yes, we were hoping, but we didn’t plan anything in particular. What happened was just serendipitous.”
I shoot them a sly look.
“Serendipitous? That’s what you would call it?”
Brent growls, his blue eyes flashing.
“More than serendipitous, sweetheart,” he rasps. “It was the best fucking day of my life.”
I giggle then.
“Now, that’s more like it. But seriously, what stopped you before? You know that even when I was with Sean, we didn’t have a traditional relationship. We had an open relationship, which meant that I could see other men and he could see other women. You knew that, right? Because sometimes, I’ll entertain male clients at the casino.”
Brent and Hunter’s brows lower as they share a look.
“What is it?” I ask. “What’s going on?”
The men sigh.
“Well, I realize that it’s early, but do you have to see other men at the Corinthian?” Hunter rasps, his azure gaze going almost black. “I mean, is it a part of your job?”
I furrow my brow and frown. “It is. Why, is my lifestyle going to be a problem for you? What if I do continue seeing other men? The tips are amazing, you know, and they’re the best when you provide special services on the side.Intimateservices,” I add in a meaningful tone.
Both men’s expressions are drawn, and I can see how the skin around Brent’s eyes tightens.
“Well, Kaci,” he begins in a low tone. “You can call us possessive motherfuckers, but I’m not sure how we’re going to move forward if you’re going to see other men.”
I stare at him.
“You realize how ridiculous that sounds, right? I mean, there are two of you propositioning me, so Iamtechnically seeing another man already. I’m seeing him,” I say, jerking my chin at Hunter.
Both Brent and Hunter nod then.
“Yeah, but it’s different. We like to share our women, but we like the relationship between the three of us to be closed. It’s just a male jealousy thing. We don’t want other men touching your lovely curves, much less kissing and stroking them. They belong to us,” Brent rasps.
I pause for a moment, realization dawning.
“Hold on a sec, because it sounds like you’ve done this before. Do you guys share women a lot? Not just for hook-ups, but for dating?”
Hunter and Brent look at each other again, but then they nod.
“Sort of,” Brent growls.