I never thought Agnes would actually go through with it. I figured she’d chicken out at the last second, but she didn’t. She told me to climb on the table, but Maddox, her husband, grinned and said the kitchen counter would be way more fun.
“He’s right,” Roman said, rubbing his chin. He didn’t look thrilled, but he wasn’t stopping it either.
I wanted to see how far this would really go, so I walked over to the counter. Everyone followed. With Roman’s hands on my hips, I hopped up and sat on the edge. Agnes looked straight at me and said, “Spread your legs.”
I froze for a second. She was dead serious. Maddox stood right behind her, watching, and backing out now would’ve felt pathetic. I glanced at Roman, he gave me a slow nod. That was all I needed.
I opened my legs wide, leaned back so
