Chapter Three
“NO,” SAID GIL.
“Why not?” asked Marissa. They had barely walked into the apartment before she had floated the proposal to him.
“Because I don’t want the first time I meet your husband the same time I see him naked and sucking on your t**s. Or f*****g you. Or any of that.”
She paused in unbuttoning her shirt. “Really? You want to go that route? You sound f*****g homophobic.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he extended a hand toward her.
Taking a step back, Marissa shook her head and continued to unbutton her shirt, exposing a somewhat industrial strength bra that was barely containing her breasts. “You’ve watched porn before, right?”
“Yeah.” Gil was nervous and on guard.
“And you must have seen two guys going at one girl at some point, right?”
“Probably. But that’s not what I
