Page 18 of From That Moment
“True. But I’m fine with water or iced tea.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” The waiter came over and handed out that beautiful naan that smelled so good my mouth started to water. And then he walked away since neither of us was quite ready to order.
“I could probably gorge myself on this naan,” he said.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I said with a laugh.
“Although, I was looking at maybe getting a little kibbeh to start with. And then I could probably fall into the chicken shawarma or even a Greek moussaka.”
His browse rose. “I was thinking maybe a chicken kabab. I don’t know if I’m that adventurous.”
“You could taste some of mine. That is if you’re not going to be too full from all the naan.”
“Oh, I don’t share food. As it is, I’m kind of shaking even having to share the naan right now.”
I held back a frown.
“I’m sorry. I can ask our waiter to get a second one. Or maybe we can cut it into pieces and get a different plate. I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s not about germs. Just thesharing.” He winked. “I sharesomethings, but not others.”
I held back another frown, wondering where exactly he was going with this. “Oh?”
“You didn’t laugh, was my joke not good enough?”
“A joke?” I asked, uneasy all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, I don’t get it.”
“About the sharing. I mean, that’s why we’re here tonight. My wife would be here too, but I figured it’d be good for the two of us to get to know each other before you come and meet June. She’s excited to get to know you. Like I am. I mean, the fact that she’s going to share me with you is going to be kind of fun, isn’t it? Thatiswhat this is, right? Dakota was setting us up so you could join us for an evening or three.”
I just blinked at him and swallowed hard. I wondered how the hell I had gotten into this situation.
“You’re…married?” I looked down at his left hand and didn’t see a ring.
“Oh, well, of course, I am. Didn’t Dakota tell you that?”
I tried to be calm, to use my words gently. “I don’t think Dakota is aware you’re married. You probably never mentioned it. Nor are you wearing a wedding ring.” See? I was not hurting anyone. Wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t running out of the building so quickly there was a Paris-shaped hole in the door.
“Oh, we didn’t do wedding rings. We got matching tattoos. And June’s nipple rings match my cock ring.”
He was saying the words pretty low, but a family of four glared at us from the other table. I sank into my chair, trying to become invisible.
“Oh?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like body jewelry. Are you going to judge?” He narrowed his blue eyes behind those wire-framed glasses.
“No, not at all.” I shook my head. “I mean, you do you. I like body jewelry and tattoos and everything. And I don’t mind people being in polyamorous relationships or triads or anything that makes them happy. Only, I wasn’t aware that this was happening.”
“Well, shit,” Kansas said, shaking his head. “I knew this was too good to be true. June said I should have just brought you over to the house rather than trying to take you somewhere fancy.”
“Oh.”
There were other words I should probably say, but I didn’t have any of them at the moment.
Apparently, blind date number six was an invitation to join an already married couple for a night or three of sex.
I was going to throttle Dakota when next I had a chance.
I took back that word as shivers ran down my back. No, I wasn’t going to use violence against her. It wouldn’t be good for either of us, but Iwasgoing to yell. Or get her back somehow. Maybe steal a pastry. Yes, I would steal a pastry. One with tons of sugar and cream cheese and lots of flaky goodness.