With a shrug and a nod, Rachel said, “Yeah, really. So you can change your number, and I can buy a strap-on if you think that’ll satisfy you. Or…maybe we can invite him over.”
Jason’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“For a threeway,” she said, studiously nonchalant. “A threesome. Menage? What’s the right term?”
His whole face seemed to bug out.
To make sure he knew exactly what she meant, she clarified, “You, me, and him. Here, in bed, the three of us at once. What do you think?”
At first she thought he’d pass out. He didn’t seem to be breathing, just stared at her with a strangled look of hope, as if he didn’t dare move or speak or think in case she was teasing him.
Finally his lips moved and his throat croaked as he tried to respond, but he had to clear his throat before he found his vo
