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And Jason nodded, agreeing.
“Hell yeah,” he rumbled. “Put on an extra twenty and baby, you’d be Miss America.”
I colored.
“I don’t think Miss America looks like me,” I said wryly. “I mean, look,” I said, gesturing to my body. Most of me was hidden because we were seated, but my generous breasts stuck out, almost resting on the plastic table. “Any more weight would be sheer craziness, I wouldn’t be able to squeeze into this booth.”
But both men shook their heads, disagreeing vehemently.
“Honey, there’s not enough of you,” growled Jason.
“Nowhere near enough,” chimed Brent, “I’d like to see you much bigger, there’d be more to kiss, more to touch, more everything,” he rumbled, making me gasp and look around. Oh god, where was the waitress? Could she hear us? But fortunately, the middle-aged woman was nowhere in sight, probably in back grabbing our drinks.
And Brent shrugged, unconcerned.
“Since we’re talking about Katy, we might as well get to it,” he rumbled. “Because there’s something both of us want and she’s sitting right here in the booth,” he said meaningfully, eyeing Jason.
Jason looked right back at him, meeting his stare without uttering a word, jaw tight, eyes beginning to spark, and I flushed furiously. Oh my god, this was definitely taking on the feel of a two males sparring for a female, staring each other down before engaging in battle, locking horns and goring one another before going in for the kill. Holy shit, was this really happening?
But something switched in Jason then, and he relaxed, sitting back, his big form casual.
“That’s right,” he drawled, one arm slung across the back of the booth behind me in a possessive manner. “We’re here to talk about Katy, my favorite subject.”
And I blushed once more because it was getting downright embarrassing. I couldn’t just let them talk about me like I was a piece of property.
“Listen, before this gets too far, can I remind you two that I’m right here? There’s no need to chat like I can’t hear,” I scolded. “We’ve been through a lot in the last two days, and I was very much a part of it both times, so I’d appreciate it if you could address your comments to me and not each other.”
And both men looked surprised.
“Of course honey,” ground out Brent. “We respect you, that’s no problem.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” agreed Jason.
And I took a deep breath, smiling at them, but not too friendly. I was in charge here and wanted to make sure they knew who was the lady boss.
“Okay, well since we have that settled, why don’t we talk about sharing then,” I began. It sounded like we were in a kindergarten class learning the basics, but heck, you’ve got to start at step one, right? In uncharted territory, you can’t exactly go straight to Park Place without passing Go first. So I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts, but that damned waitress came back, purring and cooing like a cat.
“Hi again fellas,” she simpered, cocking out one hip saucily. “Ready to order?”
And it was like I wasn’t even there, the woman didn’t acknowledge me at all. Seriously, today was fucking frustrating. I just wanted to get to the meat of the conversation but everything was getting in the way, one hurdle after another, and my ears began to steam. But fortunately the men could sense my irritation and deferred to me.
“The lady goes first,” rumbled Jason, eyebrow quirked.
And I turned to the older lady with a bright look on my face.
“Grilled cheese with a side of fries please,” I said, overly friendly, even a little plasticky.
Both men nodded.
“Grilled cheese has a lot of calories,” grunted Brent approvingly. “Make mine a grilled cheese too, but throw in an all-beef patty and some extra bacon.”
And Jason was just as hungry.
“Yeah, I’ll take a grilled as well,” he added. “With meat and cheese but no bread, animal-style.”
And I just shook my head. Really, we were all getting grilled cheese sandwiches, like one happy family?
Jason smirked at me, throwing in a kicker.
“Plus extra fries for everyone,” he announced to the waitress, “Yeah, we’ll need some fries.”
And I sighed as the waitress nodded and sauntered away, hips swinging.
“Really?” I asked dryly. “Extra fries? You know they serve them by the bucket here.”
But Jason nodded emphatically.
“That’s right, and I want to see you eat every one,” he replied, “every single one, finger lickin’ good so that your sweet body puts on some serious poundage.”
I rolled my eyes. Back to the weight thing again? It was so hard to have a conversation with these guys, we kept getting derailed by talk of my curves. But I wasn’t going to give up, so I ignored his comment and fixed them both with a stare.
“Like I said,” I began, “we’re here to discuss sharing. I want to work out something with both of you guys, find a way to compromise.”
