“Once, Mark, do you understand me?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you want. That she wants. I’m tired of watching your looks. And after what happened today, it’ll only get worse. So let’s just close this topic.”
“What are you suggesting?” Mark swallowed greedily, looking me over. “Let’s do it three-way. I always wanted to try.” The fiancé pulled at the belt of his robe, unfastened it and exposed my body.
“I won’t refuse, Artem, if you’re counting on that,” Mark stepped toward us.
And I’m left wondering—these two are about to ask what it is that I want…