Well, half-kidding. She hadn’t quite managed to shake the idea of a threesome involving Eric, his lover, and herself that came up at lunch. Not that she was interested, or anything. But if they asked…
God, ifthey would only ask.
“Listen,” Eric said. “What are you doing Friday night after work?”
Jenny glanced at the calendar on her desk. “That’s Halloween.” Which didn’t answer the question, exactly, but it was a better response than the truth, which was nothing. She had no plans whatsoever, and that was a little sad. At her age? “Why? What do you have in mind?”
“Someone Mike works with always throws this party,” Eric explained. “Hear me out before you say no.”
“I’m not saying no,” Jenny said. “Do I have to dress up?”