Okay, so when it comes down to it, maybe I’m not ready for this.
After Arthur left, John, Dan, and I shared another bottle of champagne. And now it’s empty. There’s no legitimate reason to delay heading to Escala, so we’re going to be heading to the car any minute.
Of course now is when I start panicking. Are we really going to have… a threesome?
I’m a good girl. I can’t do this.
“You ready?” John asks me.
No. No, I am not.
“Um, just a moment,” I blurt and run for the restroom as fast as my Louboutins can carry me.
Once I get there, I do just what John suggested I do an hour ago – I splash water on my face. I look at myself in the mirror and blink for a full two minutes, my mind reeling at the prospect of doing this incredibly depraved, hot, sick, tempting, immoral, sensual, free, e
