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Share Us
Normally, I’d say it’s wrong for me to flirt with a man’s best friend, but considering the circumstances and the prior knowledge that Niles is on the hunt for a woman for all of them to share, I feel no shame. I hint of apprehension maybe, since I’ve only ever ventured down this road in fantasies, but I’m not the type to run from a challenge. Hell, I love anything that gets my adrenaline pumping, and Dean certainly accomplishes that.
“Are you enjoying the view?” he asks as he turns and places what looks to be another container of Asian cuisine on the island between us.
I state the obvious. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
Even in the dark kitchen, where only the light of the open fridge and the soft luminescence of the moon and a streetlight outside provide a modicum of visibility, I can see Dean’s eyes darken. Hell yeah, he wants me. There’s no mistaking when a man is turned on, and Dean is. My words have sparked his fire, and his response has sparked mine.
I feel like the girl in the office storage closet with Niles. The thrill of the chase and the chance of getting caught add extra spice to an already flaming hot situation, and suddenly, I don’t feel the chill in the air anymore.
“What about Niles?”
He’s testing me. I can see it in the way his eyes narrow a fraction, and it becomes clear to me that Niles hasn’t said anything to him, and probably not Shane either, about engaging in any group activities. How does one broach the subject, especially when they’ve never engaged in such an act before?
“I don’t think Niles would mind.”
“That you’re hitting on his friend? Somehow, I think he’d mind.”
He scoffs, but my next words give him pause. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t ‘sharing is caring’ kind of a motto between the three of you?”
Dean, who was busy searching for a utensil, stops in the middle of his task to stare at me. “How much as Niles told you about us…exactly?”
“Exactly?” I look up at the ceiling and purse my lips. “Oh, only that you like to share, on occasion, and that you were currently in the market, and that Niles has taken it upon himself to do the footwork.” I run my hands through the air in front of me, indicating the vision he sees before him. “Do you like his offering?”
That darkness in his eyes deepens and he abandons his search, slamming the drawer of the island closed and turning to walk toward me. His steps are hard and purposeful, and I swallow, setting aside my food as he closes the distance.
Have I made a mistake?
