Who's Your Daddy? Read Free Page B

touch, every kiss, every orgasm, and wondering if we’d really wanted her or if it had just been the alcohol. We hadn’t been too intoxicated to negate consent, but we’d certainly consumed enough to lower our inhibitions.
    The fantasy had been there for a long, long time. Donovan and I had discussed it plenty of times, both wishing we could find a way to invite her into a threesome without screwing up our friendship. No, it wasn’t just the alcohol. The only thing the wine had done was drawn out the words. I wondered if I’d need to tap into that to work up the courage to tell her we didn’t regret it and did want to do it again.
    Donovan had gone back and forth on it. He enjoyed it, he was thrilled to see me indulge my curiosity about women, but, like me, wasn’t sure if the ramifications to our friendship with Carmen would be worth it. I agreed with him. As much as I wanted to do it again, I wouldn’t think of it if it meant risking our friendship.
    No sense analyzing it to death before she got here, though. I’d see how she felt about what had happened, and from there, figure out if we should broach the subject of a rematch.
    That, and I’d see what was on her mind that had her so wound up on the phone and needing to talk in my office.
    I continued down the block to a deli I frequented. Once I had my lunch, I took a seat by the window, and my mind wandered right back to Carmen.
    Whatever was on her mind, I hoped she didn’t regret that night. Even if she didn’t want to do it again, I didn’t want her to regret it.
    And I couldn’t deny I wanted to do a little more exploring with a woman. Before we’d slept with her, I’d thought Carmen would be the ideal woman because I knew her, I was comfortable with her, and I wouldn’t be as nervous with her. In hindsight, maybe a stranger would have been a better idea. Then again, I didn’t particularly like the idea of hooking up with someone to indulge some curiosity, then cutting her loose. Even if she was completely game, it smacked of using someone, and I couldn’t quite stomach that.
    Maybe this curiosity was better left unsatisfied.
    That’s what you get for waiting until this late in the game to give it a shot, dumbass .
    I sighed and shook my head. I’d always been a little curious about women but assumed and accepted I was gay. I hadn’t understood bisexuality. It was one or the other, I thought, and I wasn’t about to give up men. Then along came Donovan. Next thing I knew, sex with a woman was on my “Oh shit, I’m almost forty and still haven’t…” list, ranking right up there with skydiving and owning a Mustang. Now, with my birthday rapidly approaching, the car was in the garage, and neither my mother nor my left knee had forgiven me for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
    And, for better or worse, I’d been with a woman.
     
     
    I’d asked Angela to send Carmen back to my office when she came in, so when the gentle knock came at one o’clock sharp, I knew it was her. With my heart in my throat, I went to the door and pulled it open.
    Some women could get away with never bothering to wear makeup, and Carmen was one of them. Her fair skin contrasted flawlessly with her lips and her nearly black eyes. My sister had met her a year or two ago, and to this day swore she’d sell her soul for eyelashes like Carmen’s.
    Today, Carmen’s long, dark brown hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, a few strands falling beside her face and reminding me of the way she’d looked when Donovan had grabbed her hair last time, and there went my neutral, professional, platonic approach to this conversation.
    I muffled a cough and forced a smile. “Hey, stranger.”
    “Hey,” she said with a shy smile and quickly broken eye contact.
    That wasn’t a good sign.
    “It’s, um, it’s good to see you. Been a while.”
    She met my eyes again. “Good to see you too.” We exchanged a quick hug before I stepped aside to let her in.
    We lingered by