of us, locked together in this moment. “It was hot.”
What is Hunter doing? I should run away, but my feet are frozen in place. I take a large gulp of my margarita. Wow, it’s strong. El Trompo’s drinks pack a punch, something I shouldn’t allow myself to forget.
Eric nearly chokes on his drink. “Your fantasy?”
At his reaction, a thrill shoots through me. “It’s not missionary with the lights turned down, if that’s what you were wondering.”
Eric winces. “Once again, I’m so sorry about that. I was an asshole.”
“Tell him your fantasy, Dixie,” Hunter cuts in. “You want to, don’t you?”
Warning bells ring in my ears. Eric works with me. He’s not my boss—that’s Xavier—but he’ll be assessing my work. He has the power to recommend me for the job I want, or he can shut down my ambitions with one well-placed word. This is insane. I should leave. I should retreat to the safety of my apartment.
I can’t believe I’m still here. I can’t believe I’m contemplating doing this. It’s complete, utter folly.
Take the risk, Dixie.
A sudden recklessness fills me. When was the last time I did something daring? When was the last time I did something purely because I wanted to, no matter the consequences?
I take another sip of my drink for courage. “In my fantasy, I’m in the backseat of a car,” I whisper. “I’m making out with the guy I’m with. I’m grinding on his lap, naked, when someone spots us.”
Eric’s fingers tremble. He carefully sets down his drink on the bar. “Someone?”
“Another guy. He stares at us through the window. I know I should stop. Cover up. We should get out of there. But I don’t. He’s watching, and I want to put on a show for him.” I take a deep breath. “Then he joins in.”
Hunter is in the process of lifting his drink to his mouth. His hand freezes in place.
Nobody says anything. I could cut the tension in the air with a knife. And, while I’m not good at assessing these things, it feels like Eric Kane and Hunter Driesse are devouring me with their eyes.
I love it.
Tell them, a reckless voice inside me prompts. Tell them the rest. Tell them the whole truth.
“These men,” I whisper. “They’re not anonymous. When I’m fantasizing, I’m fantasizing about you.”
15
Dixie
Perfect silence greets my reply.
Crap. Crap. What was I thinking? I’m the one with the most to lose. I should have kept my mouth shut. I can’t even blame the margarita—I’m still on my first drink.
I attempt an embarrassed laugh and pull out of Hunter’s grip. “I can’t believe I said that out loud. Too much tequila, probably, and not enough sleep. Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”
Hunter is the first to speak up. “But you did say it.” I dare a peek at his expression, and he doesn’t look shocked. He looks… intrigued?
“Let’s say that we’re amenable to it,” he continues. “What exactly are you looking for? How do you see this working?”
Once again, I should stop. Once again, I don’t. “What do you mean?”
“Are you looking for a relationship?”
“No.” My reply comes immediately. My face is flaming—I just know it. “No. I wasn’t suggesting that. I just…” My voice trails off. Eric still hasn’t said anything. I still haven’t looked at his face. I have no idea what his reaction is.
“Dixie.” Hunter’s voice caresses me. “It’s okay to tell us. We won’t judge you for it.”
That I believe. On some level, I do trust them. If I didn’t, I would have never broached this conversation. If I thought they’d shame me for my desire, I wouldn’t have to convince myself to stay away. It would be easy to do.
“I’ve never done anything really adventurous.” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “But I want to. Just the once.”
“You’re thinking this will be a one-time thing? Okay.” Hunter sips his drink, a thoughtful look on his face, and then he nods. “I don’t want a relationship either,” he says. “I’m not in the right mental space for one. But I am attracted to you.” His lips quirk. “And your fantasy is hot.” He takes my elbow. “Come on. Let’s discuss this a little bit.”
He steers me to a table. Eric follows us, still silent, carrying a fresh pitcher of margaritas. I wish he’d say something. Anything. Good or bad, it almost doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t break his silence sometime soon, I think I’m going to scream.
I slide into the booth. Hunter sits