Marie
“So what’s next?” I asked tentatively. “Do we talk more? Do we … I dunno, rip our clothes off now?”
John laughed from his corner, slowly uncrossing his legs to stand before stalking towards us. God, he really was gorgeous, a replica of his brother, all tall, dominating male animal, ink-black hair with bronzed skin, his eyes penetrating even in the dimly lit room.
“Baby, we’re not that lame,” he said. “It’s not just wham, bam, thank you ma’am. We want to get to know you a bit. Jonah got his chance downstairs, now I get mine,” he said, moving towards me like a lion tracking its prey.
But I didn’t feel scared. I felt warm, overheated almost, the center of attention of this magnificent duo.
“Please,” I said slowly. “I’ve never done this and I didn’t even know this was on the menu
