Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 111

Fuck, Marry, Kill

Flirtation as thick as honey, and then hard truths.

Erin blinked at me, her face going completely blank, once again sending me spiraling into that familiar abyss of not knowing what the hell she was thinking.

“Hey. Erin?”

“Date… in what way? Like, go to dinner? A movie?”

I couldn’t tell if she was being deliberately obtuse or genuinely blindsided. With Erin, it was hard to know. But if she hadn’t picked up on how much I liked her by now, then I’d finally found the one thing she was oblivious about.

“As in… date,” I said. “Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Finish each other’s—”

“Sandwiches?”

That made me smile. “Something like that.”

She gave me a long look… then glanced back toward Natalie.

My stomach turned itself inside out like a pair of socks.

“What about Natalie?”

Fuck. I knew where she was going with this, and I didn’t like it.

“What about her?” I asked.

She looked back at me. “Aren’t you trying to start something with her?”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I don’t know the shape of it. And I don’t know the shape of us, either.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“This whole exclusivity thing you’ve got going on… it sounds a lot like boyfriend privilege.”

“Hey,” Erin said, pointing an accusing finger at me. “You asked for that. I didn’t. For the record, I did say that was a little disappointing.”

I felt my heart in my throat. I knew I was being a hypocrite. Hell, most guys in my situation would want what I had—a bevy of beautiful women they didn’t have to share with anyone else unless it was with another woman. Who would turn that down?

It wasn’t like I was forcing anyone’s hand. If Erin wanted to date other men, she was more than welcome to do so.

But that would likely be the end of whatever this was between us.

“If I said I didn’t have a problem with it, would you date other men? Do you regret our agreement?”

“Do I regret our agreement?” Erin echoed, chewing on the words. She shook her head. “No. Would I date other men?”

She took too long to answer—long enough that it started to ache.

“No,” she finally said.

“Why not?” I asked, more surprised than I wanted to admit. The unreadable glances, the pushback—it made me wonder if someone else had drifted into her orbit. Someone I didn’t know about. And the quiet, irrational hatred I felt for that hypothetical suitor made one thing painfully clear: I wasn’t nearly as cool with the idea of her dating someone else as I’d pretended to be.

“I like what I do.” She glanced back toward Natalie, Tara, and the others.

Then, biting her lip, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and said, “I haven’t had opportunities like this before… getting to explore who I am. That’s thanks to you.”

“You weren’t sexually active before we met?” I had a hard time believing that.

“Oh,” she said, her eyebrows climbing high, “I had plenty of experience, but I had a couple of near-misses with some nasty situations and decided to be a little more careful. A lot of my adventures over the last year were limited to friends—girls, mostly. It was simpler. Less messy… more fun.”

“I was starting to get a little itchy for some good dick when Helen reached out. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t want something more than what I have now—but I was being honest when I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship. You gave me a safe space to play around without worrying that the guy would get jealous if I brought another woman into the bed.”

“That’s not a thing,” I snorted.

The look Erin gave me suggested I was naive. “Oh, that is very much a thing.”

“Guys get jealous over their partner sleeping with another woman?”

Erin shrugged, as if simply accepting one of life’s great mysteries. “I’ve seen it more than once.”

I glanced out into the crowd, contemplating why a guy wouldn’t enjoy having a woman bring a friend home to share with her man.

“So,” she said after a beat, “I’ll ask you again. What about her?”

I took several moments to study Natalie, taking in her beauty. My God—I had dreamed about her for so long. And now, she might actually be within reach.

“I want Natalie,” I admitted.

Looking at Erin, I met those big, beautiful eyes. Those sharp, elfin features. That big, mischievous grin.

Erin had so much personality for someone so small.

And she was insatiable.

“But I want you more.”

Erin didn’t have Helen’s poker face. Try as she might, something slipped through the mask. Her brow crinkled slightly above her nose, and her eyes shimmered a little brighter.