launch into an apology when she realized he was laughing.
“I really didn’t mean it as an insult. Honestly.”
He stretched his arms out on the ledge outside the hot tub. “I know you didn’t. Because of my looks, most people think all I do is go out and party and fuck. Hey, guys get stereotyped just as much as women do.”
She’d never thought of that. People probably assumed a lot about Mike Nottingham. She knew she had. Then again, she still felt there was much she didn’t know about him, that he held back parts of himself. It wasn’t like he was an open book. Maybe that was part of his appeal. Women loved to uncover a mystery, and an enigmatic man was intriguing as hell. Then again, most women probably didn’t get past his gorgeous looks, mesmerizing eyes, and killer body. She was probably guilty of the same, though she’d been lucky enough to work beside him for almost a year. At least she knew a little about him beyond the physical, knew he was smart and kind and funny.
And still, she knew very little about him.
Or about Seth, for that matter.
Yet she’d already fucked both of them.
Then again, did she really need to have an extensive bio on them to have sex them? Men never cared about a woman’s background before they took her to bed. Why did she care? She knew they were both responsible and successful. She knew they were honorable and trustworthy. At least so far.
The sex had been phenomenal to this point. She had nothing to complain about.
“You’re smiling.”
She looked up at Seth, who had managed to sneak up on her while she was lost in thought. “I am?”
“Yeah, you are. A contented smile.” He slipped into the hot tub next to her. “I hope that’s a sign you’re having a good time.”
“I am. A very good time.”
“Relaxed now that you’ve had a little breather?” Mike asked.
She glanced over at him. “Yes. Very. Thank you both for tonight. It’s been . . . beyond my wildest expectations.”
Mike arched a brow. “And what are your expectations, Abby?”
“I don’t have any,” she blurted.
“You mean you don’t have fantasies? Come on. Everyone has them.”
She shrugged, feeling heat suffuse her face and knowing it didn’t come from the warm water. She looked down at the frothy bubbles skimming the surface. “Maybe.”
Mike tipped her chin and forced her gaze to his. “I hardly think you’d be shy with us now. I fantasize all the time.”
“You do?”
“Hell yeah. Gets me through an otherwise routine day. And I know Seth has them, too, don’t you?”
She looked to Seth, who nodded.
“What normal guy doesn’t think about sex every free moment he has?” Seth admitted.
She laughed. “I suppose that’s true. Women do, too. My friends and I talk about sex a lot.” If Mike and Seth only knew about the reason she was here . . . about the bet she and Blair and Callie had made . . .
“Tell us what you’ve fantasized about when you think about having two men, Abby.” Seth reached behind him and pulled down a fresh glass of champagne, handing it to her. She took a sip, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the heat within the Jacuzzi.
“Oh, I don’t think I can do that.” A sudden attack of shyness constricted her throat. Discussing fantasies with her girlfriends was one thing. Telling her deepest, darkest nighttime desires to two men was another. She couldn’t do it. No way.
“How can we make all your dreams come true if we don’t know what they are?” Mike reached for one of the glasses of champagne, his gaze intent as he took a long, slow, sip.
“I . . . can’t.” She stared down into her glass, rimming the edge with her fingertip.
“Because you touch yourself when you think about them? Because you think no one’s supposed to know about them but you?” Mike asked.
God, he was insistent. And his voice—so sexy, demanding, so incredibly arousing. She looked up at him, and it was almost painful the way he seemed to probe the inner recesses of her mind. He was too much for her. Way too much.
“Abby.”
She turned her head at the sound of Seth’s voice, grateful to be pulled away from the intensity of Mike’s probing look.
“Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. But honestly, I’d love to know what turns you on, what gets you hot and wet. We both would.”
Something about Seth—she didn’t know if it was the way he