MELISSA
DEAN and i have finished up half a bottle of wine before i’m brave enough to broach the subject.
He shifts in his seat as I turn to face him, knowing full well I’m about to rope him into something shady.
“No,” he says, just like that. “Whatever it is, no.” “You don’t even…”
He shakes his head. “It involves Henley, right? Some crazy plan?
Another crazy plan?”
“Well, maybe… but it’s not…” “Forget it, Lissa.”
We sit in silence. He tops up our wine and takes a forkful of noodles from his takeout tub.
“You want him, right?” I ask, and he stops chewing. “You said you’d do him for free. I’m saying you don’t need to. I’m saying fifty-fifty, maybe just once if you want… but just think about it…”
“Are you f*****g nuts?”
I shake my head. “I’m serious, Dean. He wants men. He told me.
