Desire (6 page)

He helped her out of the limo. Evan stayed next
to the door as she made her way up to the door. She turned back to wave before
leaving him on the sidewalk.

Chapter
Six

“He’s promising you immeasurable pleasure, and
you didn’t jump at the chance?” Tiffany asked.

It was her friend’s day off from the restaurant,
and Tiffany had come through with the ice-cream. Wendy had taken a long bath,
and her hair was wrapped up in a towel on top of her head. She eased down on
the sofa grabbing the nail polish off the coffee table.

“They’re brothers as in two men.”

“It sounds kinky and fun. I can’t believe you
didn’t jump at the chance.” Tiffany blew on her fingernails making the polish
dry faster.

“They want my answer on Friday.”

“You’ve got to say yes. I won’t allow you to
give a different answer.”

“I barely know these men.” Wendy kept protesting
even though her body hummed at the appeal of being with both Evan and Drake.

“Oh, please. Do you really think every woman
fucks a man they’ve known for a long time? There is a lot of fun to be had in
just experiencing pleasure.” Tiffany snatched the polish out of her hands. “Let
me finish your nails. They look like they’ve been in a lame ass horror movie.”

Wendy eased back rubbing her throbbing temple as
Tiffany sorted her toe nails. She loved their girly nights. Since college had
finished nights like these had been few and far between. They were either
working or recovering from work.

She felt sorry for Tiffany. At least she got to
sit at a desk for most of the day while Tiffany spent a great deal of time on
her feet.

“Wendy, you’ve got to jump at this chance.”

“I’ve got to jump at a chance of being screwed
by two men?” Wendy wouldn’t dream of telling anyone other than Tiffany the
proposition she’d been given. There was no one else in the world she could
trust. Her father would hit the roof if he ever found out she’d been to Desire.

Pushing the guilt aside she watched her friend
work.

“Not just screwing two men but finally having
the experience of being desired. You’ve told me your ex never even gave you an
orgasm. Drake has given you an orgasm, and Evan sets your pulse burning. Maybe
it is time for you to let go for a little bit.”

Wendy listened to her friend talk. Her ex had
been a waste of space in the sex department. No man had ever left her feeling
as hungry for sex as Evan and Drake.

“I see you’re thinking about it,” Tiffany said,
smirking.

“Of course I’m thinking about it. I’d be a fool
not to think about it.”

“I can’t wait to meet this Evan. I think I’m
going to have fantasies about what those men are doing to you.” Tiffany handed
her the ice-cream. Wendy took the carton grateful for the coolness against her
hot skin. Pressing the carton to her cheeks she used the other to fan Tiffany.

“That’s my girl,” Tiffany said. “You’re getting
all hot and flustered over your men.”

“My men?”
Wendy
asked, confused.

“Yes. Until Drake and Evan say otherwise, they
are your men. I hope you can handle two men.”

For the remainder of the night Wendy listened to
her friend talk about the troubles at work. The head chef kept asking her out,
and Tiffany was put off by the fact she’d heard so many bad rumours about him.
She offered Tiffany advice when she could and kept her mouth closed when she
couldn’t. Her thoughts kept returning to Drake and Evan. Especially Evan’s
proposition. The way he’d described what he wanted to do to her left her
yearning for exactly what he promised.

After Tiffany went to bed Wendy stayed up
cleaning around the apartment. The small space wasn’t luxurious, but it was
comfortable. She loved sharing a place with her friend. She’d lived with her
father throughout college, and she’d needed to get away from his cynical
outlook. Wendy adored him, but he’d never gotten over his feelings about the
shop. She plumped up the pillows then made her way through to her room. Closing
the door behind her, Wendy climbed under the covers. The night was cold, and
she wished for something more than her blanket to keep her warm. Rolling over
she looked at the empty spot next to her on the bed.

What Evan offered was a chance to explore her
fantasies. She wasn’t an innocent, and her desires ranged far and wide.

Sighing in frustration, Wendy thumped her pillow
to try to get comfortable.

“Stop thinking about them,” she said.

Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.

Friday felt so long away, and yet it was only a
couple of days away. Running her fingers through her hair she closed her eyes
in an effort to go to sleep. Sleep refused to claim her.

Getting out of bed after twenty minutes passed,
she grabbed the bottle of milk from the fridge. Opening the cupboard she pulled
down a glass. Tiffany stood glaring at her on the other side.

“Fuck, Tiffany, you scared me.”

“You’re drinking milk at two in the morning.”

“So, I’m thirsty.”

“Honey, I’ve known you a long time. What’s
plaguing you?” Tiffany sat down on the stool. She looked exhausted with her
head resting on her hand.

“Go to bed.”

“I’m not leaving until you talk about your
worries. You never struggle to get to sleep. I’ve been listening to you tossing
and turning. What’s the matter?” Tiffany waited for her to answer.

Rolling her eyes, Wendy swirled her milk in the
glass. “I’m nervous about this Friday. I don’t know what to do.”

“Get me a glass of milk. You should have told me
before I started talking about myself. I figured you’d decided on an answer.”

Wendy poured another glass then stood waiting
for Tiffany to finish her glass.

“Now, what is the problem?” Tiffany asked. Her
hands were locked in front of her. With her hair mussed she looked like a very
sexy counsellor waiting to give advice.

“Two men and that proposition I’ve been given.
You can’t tell me you wouldn’t be losing sleep over it?”

“I wouldn’t. If it had been me I’d have jumped
at the chance, and you know that, but you’re not me.” Tiffany rolled her
shoulders.

“So what am I supposed to do?” Wendy asked.

“I can’t give you that answer. I can talk it out
with you and work out the kinks, but anything else comes from you.”

Wendy glared at her. “That’s not an answer.”

Her friend held up her hands. “I’m your friend.
If this goes sour I’m not going to be the one you point the finger at. I’ll be
the one wiping away the tears. I love you, Wendy, and I want you to be happy.”

Pacing the length of the kitchen Wendy waited to
speak. Tiffany yawned, and she felt bad for keeping the other woman awake. Her
indecisions shouldn’t affect her friend.

“You can go to bed.”

“No. I’m not leaving you with this indecision.
You’ve spent a great deal of time losing sleep over me. I’m here to help you
talk it out with yourself.”

Leaning on the counter Wendy glanced around the
apartment.

“What about their connection to my dad?” Wendy
asked.

“That doesn’t matter. Your dad shouldn’t be the
deciding factor. If you want to be with them even for sex then that is the
decision you’re going to have to make.”

“What about me being labelled a slut?”

“I’m your best friend, and I’m telling you to go
for it. I don’t think it should matter what others think. Anyway, I’d kick
anyone who tried to call you that. I’ll always have your back.”

Wendy nibbled her lip trying to think of more to
say.

“That’s it? All of your doubts come down to two
things,
or three if you count the two brother thing you said
earlier.” Tiffany laughed. She got off her stool to wash the used glass in the
sink.

“All of those points are pretty big,” Wendy
said.

“No, they’re not. I think you know your answer,
but you’re too afraid to trust it.” Tiffany kissed her cheek. “I’m going to
bed. I love you no matter what you choose.”

Washing out her glass Wendy went back to bed.
She stared back up at the ceiling thinking about what her friend had to say.

The desire she felt for Drake and Evan couldn’t
be denied. The moment she’d met Drake she’d been drawn to him. That kind of
attraction couldn’t be explained away in a nice, neat package.

Then there was Evan. He was the darker of the
two men, and her body responded to him with the same potency as Drake.

She closed her eyes thinking about the two men.
Drake wasn’t as large as Evan, but he was lighter. His humour trickled over her
constantly giving her cause to smile. Evan was serious, and the way he stared
at her left her gasping for breath.

Each man had their appeal to her.

In the last five years since she’d started going
to college she’d had three boyfriends. Sex with each of them had been boring.
All three boyfriends had been concerned with their own release rather than
helping her receive any satisfaction.

“Stop thinking so loudly.” Tiffany shouted
through the walls.

Wendy chuckled then got comfortable for a final
time. She stared across her bed at the nightstand where a picture of her and
Tiffany stood. That day had been amazing to her. All the studying she’d done had
paid off. After an amazing summer she’d gone to college with her future ahead
of her.

The plans she’d made with the thought of her business
degree filled her mind. Those plans changed when the economy went downhill.

She stared at her smiling face and saw
happiness. The future was unpredictable and untried. Her father spent a great
deal of time warning her about not planning for the future. In the picture her
life was mapped out without any chance of change.

Was that what her future would be about?
Constantly planning for the future? She’d planned for the future with such fine
precision, and look at what happened—she was working in a beauty salon. Out of
all of her plans she’d never considered working in a beauty salon. When she
didn’t have to fill in the books Claire got her to clean down surfaces and
brush away hair. Tiffany got tips from groping customers and was being stalked
by the head chef. None of those plans were part of her future, and here she was
living them. She understood what her father was trying to do, but his words no
longer applied to her. She and Tiffany were surviving together, which she was
thankful for.

Letting out a sigh she shut out the memories of
the past. If she didn’t accept Evan’s proposition she’d regret it for the rest
of her life. The instant he’d driven away from her, she’d regretted the
decision not to tell him. The thought of Drake and Evan touching her at the
same time or making love to her turned her on.

What would she do if in ten years she thought
back to this moment and wished she’d agreed? Not many women got the chance to
have their sexual fantasies handed to them. Evan wasn’t offering her the world,
but he was offering her pleasure.

What did she have to lose? She wasn’t seeing
anyone, and it wasn’t like anyone else would ever find out about them. Grabbing
her head she let out a frustrated noise.

The only answer she could come up with was yes.

That was what she was going to do. She was going
to tell him yes.

Lying back on the pillows she allowed herself to
relax at her decision. Her body hummed with fresh arousal as her acceptance
swept through her.

Closing her eyes for one final time she let sleep
claim her. For the first time since meeting Drake her dreams were peaceful.

Chapter
Seven

Drake stood with a drink of whiskey in hand.
Evan was behind his desk going over some figures while he kept his gaze on the
floor. It was still early for a Friday, but he couldn’t wait to see Wendy once
again. When Evan told him about the proposition he’d given Wendy, Drake was
shocked. His brother rarely acted without consulting him.

Sipping the whiskey he waited for the burn at
the back of his throat. He was drinking too much and needed to stop in order to
keep a clear head for the coming night.

“You don’t need to keep staring at the floor.
Wendy will come,” Evan said, moving to stand beside him.

“I want to be ready when she is.”

“If you pounce on her at the first available
minute you’ll frighten her away. She’ll know her decision.”

“I can’t believe you told her that. What
happened to close seduction and waiting?” “She asked what I wanted with her,
and I told her.”

Drake placed the half-empty glass on the first
available counter. He put a hand in one pocket while the other stayed by his
side.

On the outside he probably looked composed and
in control when the truth was he was tied up in nerves. Tonight could go wrong
for both of them. Since he’d tasted her in the back of the limo, he’d been
dying for another taste of her.