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An evil idea is taking shape in my mind. I do everything for the club, basically live, breathe, and bankroll it because I believe in what we do and the positive impact we’re trying to have. But what if we could do more?
“I don’t know what’s on your mind, but I’m not fucking him and leaving him swinging-dick-naked in the campus quad, and for plausible deniability’s sake, I’m also not going to ditch his dead body at a pig farm for destruction of evidence.” She takes both options off the table with equal casualness that sets me back.
“What? You’re not fucking him. Ever.” I dig a fingertip into the tabletop as if I have any say-so in what she does or doesn’t do. But the very idea of Samantha with someone else, anyone else, makes me jealous as hell. Something I have no right to be, but I’m honest enough with myself to admit the feeling is there, and strong. “Why would you think I’d want that?”
She grins and notes, “Not too worried about the pig farm, though?” When I don’t smile back, too stuck on fucking her over the table in some caveman attempt to claim her, she laughs lightly. “Calm down, Chance. You had this diabolical look on your face, and Jaxx and I already came up with fifty different ways to fuck this guy over if we could find out who he was. And now I know.”
“Anthony Cordram.” I give her his name without hesitation, confident that he deserves any punishment she decides to mete out. “But I have an idea for your consideration.”
“I’m listening.” She takes another bite of cinnamon roll but does seem open to hearing my idea.
Of course, she’s probably hoping it’ll involve stringing Anthony up by his dick to a flagpole, but I’m hoping she’ll think this is better. At least in the long run.
“Come to the club and do a class for the members. We already talk about dating, relationships, sex, and all that, but it’s me and Evan giving our perspective of what’s right, successful, and best. It’s a male lens, no matter what we say. But what if it was from you? You’re brilliant, can hold your own against any pushback, have a psychology background, and specialize in improved sex lives. You’re perfect! Like a paid guest speaker for our own TED talk. What do you think?”
Her brows have been scrunching down little by little while I made my proposal, but I really hope she’ll do this. I think it’d be perfect.
“And Anthony and his crew?” she asks.
“Your star students because fuck knows, they need it. They’ll sit there, listen, and learn or they can get the hell out of the club. We need people open to growing and doing better. If they refuse, I’m not investing more of my time in them,” I say dismissively.
We’ve never kicked anyone out of the club before, but if I have to do it for Samantha, I will. In a heartbeat.
“Let me think about it,” she answers, and I can see her mind already whirling with ideas, doubts, excitement, and nerves.
I hope she agrees to do this. For the guys. Though having her around definitely benefits me too.
* * *
“So, wrapping things up today, yes, you need to wrap it every time. You are equally responsible for birth control with your partner, and if you don’t want to be a baby daddy, it’s on you to prevent that from happening. If you don’t do your due diligence or statistics don’t work in your favor...ahem, cough, cough—I’m talking to you, two-percenters—then you own the consequences as well. Choose wisely—your partner, your contraceptive, and your child if the situation arises.” Evan pauses, letting that sink in, and then finishes, “I’m Evan White—”
“And I’m Chance Harrington,” I pick up, “saying thank you for joining us for another episode ofTwo Men And A Mic.”
The outro music plays, and Evan taps his keyboard, closing the feed. “And we’re... out,” he says, sitting back in his chair. “I’ll run the feed through the optimizer to level out the sound feed, and it’ll be up by midnight.”
“Cool.”
Evan looks over, curious. “You good? You’ve been weird tonight. Not down, just... your energy was off. Did the check-in with Sex Toy Barbie not go well?”
“I’ve been wondering... hypothetically,” I reply, knowing I’m bullshitting my friend. “How would you feel about bringing a woman in to talk with the guys about some of their issues? To offer a different point of view and give insight on things we can’t.”
I don’t have to say Samantha’s name. We both know exactly who I’m talking about.
“Honestly?” Evan asks, and I nod even though his jaw’s gone stone tight and I know what he’s thinking. “It’s a bad idea. Chance, the reason they open up with us is because the club is a safe space. You bring a female in here? They’ll shut right the fuck up, and it’ll turn into a dick-measuring competition instead of brothers having each other’s backs.”
“But some aren’t listening now as is, and if she’s not interested, they’ll have to learn to behave. That’s like Basics 101 on how to be a good guy. Hell, a good human who respects others.”
"The guys who don’t listen to us aren’t gonna listen to a woman. That’s their issue. They’re their own worst enemy, butwe’vealways pulled them out of the shithole of their own making and taught them ways to do better,” Evan argues. But seeing my face, he sighs. “It’s not hypothetical, is it?”
“Look, she can appeal to them in a way we can’t,” I offer.
“I see where you’re going, and you’re not wrong, but they could also spend the whole time posturing and acting like they don’t need help,” Evan points out. “I don’t like it.”
“She can handle them, and I’ll be here if she needs backup for anyone.” We both know I’m talking about Anthony, but there are other guys who could really use an opportunity to see a woman who’s bright, well-spoken, and strong.
Especially one who takes an interest in helping them learn.
“You already did the deal, didn’t you?” Evan asks, genuinely hurt. When I dip my chin affirmatively, he adds, “This is our thing. We run this ship together, and you should’ve come to me first.”
