17
Three-Way
I sat down next to Alexei and rested my handbag on his bed. Okay, what was the drill? How did this go?
“Hey,” I said to Alexei.
“Hey,” he said.
There was an awkward silence. Muchos, muchos awkward silence. I reached out a tentative hand to touch his thigh, then withdrew it.
“Do you want me to talk you through it?” Philippe asked.
“Of course not,” I whispered, forgetting Alexei was sat there.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Sorry,” I said. “Sometimes I get this really annoying voice in my head, you know?”
“No,” Alexei said. “You’re a bit weird, to be honest.”
“Yeah,” I said. “So, do you wanna—”
“Wanna what?” he asked.
“You know …” I made a hole with one hand and poked the index finger of the other hand in and out of it. I threw in a wink in case it wasn’t obvious enough
