“Naturally.”
She ignored his dry tone.“And discreet.No brag bros.”
His brow wrinkled.“What’s a brag bro?”
“You know, the kind of guy who’ll bang you and immediately tell all his buddies, or post about it on social media along with the pictures he took while you weren’t looking.”
Nash’s face went hard as stone.“Anybody tries to take pictures, I’ll beat his ass.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said and tried not to be turned on.He was so sexy when he was protective.
“Anything else?”
“Specifically?”She thought about it.“They should know the fantasy, be on board with it.”
“Mmm.”He chewed his chicken, his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her.“How much do you want me to tell them?”
She blinked.“All of it.”
“Really?”
“Sure.How else are they going to do it?”
“Good point.”He reached for his beer.“When do you want to do this?”
“Yesterday,” she said promptly and smiled when he laughed.“I know it might take a while to find three people.”
“I have some ideas on that.”Thoughtfully, he drank.“I think I can get something set up in the next couple of weeks.”
She wanted to cheer with excitement, but just nodded.“Cool.Now, about these conditions.”
“I really just have one.”
She was down to the bones on her chicken thigh, and the little bits of breading and meat trapped between them.Eyeing him over it, she began to nibble them out, her eyebrows raised in question.
“Full honesty,” he said, his calm gaze unflinching when she scowled fiercely.
“I don’t lie, Nash.”
“Everybody lies, Bailey,” he countered, still calm.“Half-truths, prevarications, things you just don’t say that you know you should.If you want this experience to live up to your expectations, full transparency is key.”
Annoyed, she set the bones of her chicken thigh on her paper towel and dipped into the bucket for a leg.“You’re making this too complicated.”
“I’m trying to make it good,” he countered.
“Maybe I should’ve just picked up a bunch of guys in a bar,” she muttered and bit savagely into the leg.
“Too late,” he said cheerfully.“Come on, Bay.You know I’m right.”
The nickname threw her off.He hadn’t called her that since they’d broken up, and it felt overly familiar.She shook it off.“Yeah, yeah, fine.Full transparency.”She pointed the chicken leg at him.“But that goes both ways.”
“Absolutely.”
His smooth, unruffled demeanor was annoying her.“Any other questions?”
“Just one,” he said, his voice a calm counterpoint to the bite in hers.“Do you want veto power?Over the other participants,” he elaborated when she looked at him blankly.
“Oh.”She munched on chicken while she thought.She knew she should say yes—it would be irrational and reckless not to have a say over something like that—but part of her fantasy was about not having that power.“No.”