“We all met her separately and liked her, despite not knowing how the other two felt,” I say. “That’s never happened before.”
Zeke shakes his head. “That’s a nonissue. What matters more is how she’ll respond to us. The women we’ve done this with before have been …” He rubs a hand over his thick beard.
“Been what?” I ask.
He sucks on his top lip, as though he’s searching for the right word. “Experienced. They weren’t some kid fresh out of college who works as a fucking bike messenger.”
Xander snorts and drops his hand from Zeke’s hair. “Judgy much?”
“You know what I mean,” he says with a heavy sigh. “We’ve always found women through recommendations. Women who we knew would be into group stuff. She’s so fucking young and naive.”
“Young, yes,” I admit. “I don’t get a naive vibe from her at all. And if you’re going to hold her job title against her, may I remind you of Helena?”
Xander snorts a laugh, but Zeke frowns. “Helena?”
“Guinea pig number three,” Xander answers. “She did those singing telegrams.”
Realization dawns on Zeke’s face, and he rolls his eyes. If I recall, she barely lasted a month, so she probably wasn’t the best example. “Maybe something different is what we need,” I add, before he gets lost in the memories of all the women who haven’t worked out for us. My gut tells me that Lily’s worth taking a risk on.
“Maybe we do everything different?” Xander suggests.
I scowl. “What do you mean?”
“I mean …” He slips off the countertop and runs a hand thought his blond hair. “We’ve always approached this like a fucking business arrangement rather than a relationship. Maybe that’s why it always kinda felt like a contract instead of something that might last.”
Zeke’s eyes narrow as he stares at our best friend. “Are you suggesting we don’t have an NDA?”
Xander shoves his hands into his pockets. “Fuck yes, I’m suggesting that.”
I breathe out a sigh. “But what if—”
“Fuck your what-ifs, West. How about we just fucking tell her what we want and don’t make her sign anything. How about we just do this like it’s something we all want and not like some business deal.”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. We’ve never done this without some kind of contract in place. The NDAs were my idea to begin with, but Xander and Zeke were on board. Having things in writing offers us protection when these things inevitably go south.
Xander’s blue eyes lock on mine. “How do we start something that might last forever when we go into it preparing for it to end?”
I swallow hard. I guess he has a point. But still …
Zeke looks between Xander and me. “So what? We just tell her we want a relationship with her? All three of us? No contract, no boundaries?”
Xander throws his hands in the air. “There’s boundaries in every relationship, Z. Most people don’t feel the need to write them into a fucking twenty-page contract.”
That’s an obvious dig at me, but I let it go. I’m tightly wound enough at the moment without dwelling on my neurotic tendencies.
“So we just invite her to dinner tonight and tell her we all want to …” I stop short of saying fuck her, but that’s all I’ve been able to think about since I saw her in that sinful red dress that hugged her curves like it was painted on. Fuck, it’s practically all I’ve thought about since she came stomping into my office with those papers.
“Yep,” Xander replies with a firm nod. “I don’t know about you two, but I’ve been thinking about sinking my cock between those full pink lips from the first moment she opened them,” he adds with a chuckle, defusing the tension in the way he does so well.
“What do you think, West?” Zeke asks.
I stare up at the ceiling, running through the pros and cons.
“Stop overthinking and just fucking answer, West,” Xander admonishes me.
I suck in a breath. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we do need to try something different. I look at Xander, who’s now standing behind Zeke with his arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Fine. Let’s do this your way and see how it works out.”
“Great.” A slow, sexy smile spreads across his face and he kisses Zeke’s neck. “You okay with this too, big guy?”
Zeke merely grunts and wraps a thick arm around Xander’s neck, pulling him closer. Rolling my eyes, I go to leave.