it up a little, but I was definitely me today. It felt good to be me in front of Rick Warner, and his smile told me I was doing just fine. I liked that. I liked him.
“How’s your big hairy boy?” he said.
I gawped at him. Just gawped. Not once had anyone I’d been fucking ever asked after Samson before, not without prompting.
“Samson,” he clarified, like it was needed. “How is he?”
“He’s good.” I grinned. “He’s great. We’re in training for the summer eventing circuit. I think we’ll do well this year.” I crossed my fingers, held them up. “I hope we’ll do well this year.”
He mirrored my gesture. “I’ll keep mine crossed, too. And my toes.” He pulled on some oven gloves and took out the chicken. “Maybe we could come and watch. Me and Carl, I mean.”
“Watch me and Samson?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe we’ll see you pick up some rosettes. That would be cool. We could be your cheerleaders. Don’t be fooled by Carl’s stoic exterior, he’s got some moves.” He pulled a couple of Saturday Night Fever gestures, wiggling on the spot with his oven-gloved hands on his hips, and it tickled me.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You seriously want to come and see me and Samson on the eventing course?”
He fixed me in an easy stare. “Sure I do. Why, is that some dating no-no or something?”
I held up my hands. “No, I just… I thought…”
His stare didn’t waver. “You thought this was all about sex?”
“No!” I protested.
He laughed. “You totally did. And it’s not. I mean sex is sex, and it’s fucking great, and I can’t fucking wait to get you under me again, don’t get me wrong. But that’s not it. Not all of it.”
My mouth felt dry as he ditched the oven gloves and forked chicken wings onto my plate. “So… what is it?” I said. “What else is there?”
He handed me the serving spoon, and watched as I piled some salad alongside my chicken. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.”
“On me?”
He nodded. “Yeah, on what you want.”
I drizzled some olive oil over my greens. “Last time I checked you were the ones who were paying. Surely it’s about what you want, no?”
He shook his head. “That’s not quite how it works.” He forked himself some cucumber stars. “See, we want… things… we want… someone…”
The piece of tomato in my mouth felt big all of a sudden. I struggled to chew, and struggled harder to swallow. “Someone? Like… more than a…”
“More than a fuck once a week on a Saturday, yeah.” He sipped his water, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Much more than that.”
I felt my colour draining. Much more than that. What could be much more than that? A live-in whore? A sex slave? A maid? A girlfriend?
He waved his hands. Held them up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Too much, too soon.”
“No,” I said. “It’s just… I don’t…” I took a breath. “I’m not really sure how this stuff works. I just read a couple of reader’s letters in Glitz, and it all sounded so easy and cool and glamorous. And hot. It sounded hot.”
“There aren’t any rules,” he said. “It’s just people. People want different things. I guess we need to find a zone where we all gel.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess so.”
I had no idea what kind of zone a guy like Carl would gel in. The idea turned my legs to jelly.
“Me, personally,” he said. “I want fun. Companionship. Someone who’ll make us laugh. Someone who fits. Someone who’s kind. Someone who takes cock like a trooper and still wants more the next morning.”
My cheeks burned. “And then what?”
He shrugged. “And then she stays. Maybe. If that’s what she wants.”
“Stays?”
He looked me straight in the face. “Decides she doesn’t want to leave and our cool little duo becomes an even cooler trio.” He shook his head, slapped himself on the temple. “Shit. This really isn’t for now. I only fucked you once already, I’m kinda hoping for more before I scare the shit out of you.”
“I’m not scared,” I said, but it was at least partially a lie. “I just… I don’t know…”
“You can’t know,” he said. “You only just met us.” He sighed. “I just wanted you to know this isn’t just some flash in the pan idea. It’s not about throwing money at a bit of pussy.”
“Noted.” I smiled.
He laughed, a belly laugh. “You’re so fucking scared now.”