Chapter 6

When Friday rolled around, I came home from the office a little early and set about making Pete’s favorite meal: T-bone steaks seared to perfection, smothered in mushrooms, and paired with cheesy garlic mashed potatoes. I picked out a nice red wine to top off the dinner, and poured him a healthy glass as soon as he walked in.

Loosening his tie, he downed the wine the same way some men toss back a beer to relax. I removed his blazer and massaged his shoulders. “Rough day?” I asked.

“Long,” Pete conceded. He leaned his head back and sighed as my thumbs worked at the knots between his shoulder blades. “God, that feels good. Is there more wine?”

“A whole bottle,” I told him. “Drink up, babe. You’re going to need it.”

He headed for the kitchen, me trailing behind him with my hands still kneading his back. “Why’s that?” he wanted to know. “Do you have something particularly wickedup your sleeve for tonight?”

Coyly, I said, “A threesome, remember?”