Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yeah, so my mom always said, ‘Everybody’s a genius, but if you judge a fishy by its ability to climb a tree, it’ll live its whole life believing it’s stupid.’”
“Ah,” I say, scrutinizing his tattoo. “That’s a pretty wise and powerful thing to say.”
“She didn’t make it up—I looked it up—it’s a quote from Einstein. But she loved it and said it all the time.”
“So your fishy is swimming along happily in the river, rather than climbing the nearby tree?”
“Wouldn’t want the poor guy spending his whole life believing he’s stupid.”
“Of course not, especially since he’s wise and powerful.”
Josh finishes buckling his belt. “So tell me something, PG. Another round of the honesty-game.”
“Sure.”
“Did a little piece of you get turned on when Henn saw us fucking?”
“What?” I blurt, utterly appalled. “Of course not. I was absolutely mortified.”
Josh silently buttons his shirt.
“Why?” I ask. “Were you turned on?” I zip up my miniskirt and reach for my shirt.
“No. Not at all.” He finishes buttoning his shirt. “I was just curious, based on something you wrote in your application.”
“Josh, it was Henn,” I say. “I’m gonna have horrible nightmares about him stumbling upon us ’til the day I die.”
We’re both fully dressed. Josh grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom, toward the main room of the suite. “Yeah, I know. Me, too. But...” he begins tentatively. “Does the idea of someone watching you turn you on? Someone who’s not Henn?”
My pulse has begun pounding in my ears. “Like, who?”
“I dunno. When you had your little lesbo-encounter in college wasn’t the other girl’s boyfriend watching?”
My cheeks flush. I nod.
“And did you like it?”
I’ve never talked about this with anyone. I clear my throat. “Yeah.”
“You liked him watching?”
I nod. “The fact that her boyfriend was watching was the hottest thing about the whole thing.”
Josh’s face lights up.
“Well, that and, you know, the whole excitement of doing something taboo. But the actual making-out part—you know, what my friend physically did to me, what I did to her—that wasn’t the real turn-on. If we’d been in private, just the two of us, it never would have happened.”
“Interesting.” Josh leads me to the table in the middle of the suite and sits me down. He leans over me, his hands on the arms of my chair. “And did the boyfriend join in with you two girls at some point?”
I’ve never told anyone about that night. My heart is racing. I nod.
“And did you like it when he did?” He leans forward slightly, leveling his blue eyes with mine.
“Um. It was just okay, to be honest. The guy was really into his girlfriend. So once things got going, I pretty quickly started feeling like a third wheel, and I didn’t like that feeling.”
He chuckles.
“At all.”
He grins. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“I’ve come to realize I need to be the center of attention.”
“No shit?” He flashes a cocky grin.
I try to look offended at that comment, but it’s impossible. I join him in laughing.
He glides to the bar. “How about a quick drink before we meet Henn?” He looks at his watch. “We’ve got about twenty minutes.”
“Just some water. I’m pretty wiped out.”
“Water it is. So was that your only threesome, Party Girl?” he asks, busying himself behind the bar.
“Yeah. I never had the desire to do it again after that. I realized I was more turned on when her boyfriend was watching than when he actually joined in.”
“Interesting,” he says, mixing a drink behind the bar. “So you said in your application you have lots of fantasies. Is that one of your fantasies—someone watching you with another person?”
My cheeks are on fire. “Um, no, not really. I haven’t given it much thought since then. But I guess it could be kind of fun to experience the whole thing the way my friend did—being the center of attention instead of the third wheel. I was just window dressing during the whole thing, but I suppose it might be fun to be the window.”
He brings me my water, his eyes blazing. “Here you go,” he says. He places my water on the table in front of me and sits down next to me. He places his hand on my thigh.
“What about you?” I ask, my heart thumping in my chest. “Would you be interested in... watching?”
“Just tell me where and when.”
Oh shit. He misunderstood me. I was speaking hypothetically—asking him whether he has the general fantasy of watching a hypothetical woman he’s attracted to getting it on with another woman. I wasn’t specifically asking him if he wants to watch me with another woman.
There’s a long beat as I try to figure out how best to clarify my question.
Josh takes a long sip of his drink. “But only if you were totally comfortable with it,” he adds, his eyes burning.