Tentatively, he ended our kiss with an adorable sheepish grin I couldn’t help but love.
“Brenda, would you mind if Mandy joined us in a toast?”
“Why? Yes…sure…I guess.”
Mandy handed over a champagne-filled crystal flute, topped with a strawberry dusted in confectioner’s sugar. I tasted the sweetness as she held the fruit to my lips. Jacob watched as I took a generous bite and then sipped champagne. His eyes darkened delectably, bedroom eyes if ever I saw them.
“That’s a good girl,” she purred. The bubbles tickled my nose and the alcohol began to slowly release my inhibitions. I accepted all that Mandy had to offer and polished off the first of many glasses of expensive bubbly.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” Her voice came out sexy and low. I’d never looked at a woman that way and had no idea what Jacob had in mind. Aside from a brief discussion about the fluidity of sexuality, he had never mentioned indulging in fantasies involving multiple partners, at least none that I had taken seriously. |
