Correction, Bailey thought giddily.Thisis as happy as I’ve ever been.
“Are you fucking with me?”he demanded, still standing in front of the open fridge.
“No,” she said, trying not to laugh.“Close the fridge, would you?My electric bill is high enough.”
He closed the fridge and walked, dripping water, back to the table.He sat down.“Bailey.”
She sent him a serene smile.“Yes, Nash?”
He dragged a hand though his hair, scattering water drops.“I don’t even know where to start.”
“Take your time,” she urged.“Want some more water?”
His eyes narrowed.“Can you please be serious?”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” she assured him.“I want to do this, Nash.It’s my birthday wish.”
“You’re still doing that?”
“Of course.It’s a sacred tradition.”
“Sacred tradition,” he muttered.“Christ.”
“Mythirtiethbirthday wish,” she went on cheerfully.“But no pressure.”
“I thought you wanted to go to Paris for your thirtieth birthday.”
Surprised he remembered, she shrugged.“This is cheaper, and no jet lag.Plus, Chloe kind of set the theme with her wish back in January, so I figured I’d go with it.”
He blinked.“What was Chloe’s birthday wish?”
She hesitated, then gave a mental shrug.It wasn’t like Chloe’s relationship was a secret.“A threesome.That’s how she ended up with Jesse and Knox.”
He looked pained.“I didn’t need to know that.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
“Jesus.”He scrubbed a hand over his face.“Why me?”
“Why you for the gang bang?”At his nod, she simply said, “Because you owe me.”
“That’s not why.”
“It is so,” she said, annoyed.
“That might be part of it, but it’s not all.”
“Because it’s not just a gang bang.I need someone I can trust with this, that I can trust withme.That’s you.”
He was watching her so closely, his gaze dark and unreadable under his dripping hair.“You really want to do this?”
“Iamgoing to do this,” she corrected.“If you don’t want to do it with me, I’ll find someone else.”
His spine snapped straight.“Who?”
Feigning nonchalance she didn’t feel, she shrugged.“I’ll hire a sex worker.”
“The hell you will.”