LAYLA
I set my jaw, looking Josh straight in the face. “Yes,” I say.
I expect him to look shocked or awkward; instead, he just shoots back: “What configuration?”
“What?”
“You want all guys? A guy and a girl?” His eyes bore into mine. “How many partners? Two? Three? Four?”
I feel like I’m getting drilled at an interview. “Jesus, does it matter? It’s not like it’s ever going to happen. It’s just a fantasy.”
His brow furrows. “Of course it matters,” he insists. “What you want matters. Own it. It’s not embarrassing.”
Christ. “Just guys,” I say. “Two or… three, maybe? I think I might struggle with four. I’d probably end up getting tangled in all the limbs.”
“You want the guys to get off with each other?” Josh presses, all business.
“Or just be focused on you?”
“What?”
“Just answer th
