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“What are some things you like doing in your spare time?”

She hesitates for a second and it’s clear as fucking day to me—she is anxious but trying to appear professional and calculated in her response.

“I enjoy spending time with my three best friends.” Hearing that fills me with warmth.

“What are the key qualities you are looking for in a partner?”

“I-I want a man who is caring, loving, and protective.” It shouldn’t irritate me how she is describing a guy that isn’t me, but it does. She has dated before, and while none of us liked it, what the fuck could we do? We’ve also dated before, but we never brought any of them home. It was only ever a fling, never more, especially when they found out we have a female best friend.

“What do you desire sexually from your partner?”

My breath hitches and I grip the armrests of my chair as anticipation builds.

“What?”

“What are your deepest desires in a sexual relationship, Miss Foster? What do you crave? What do you need from your partner to give you the most fulfilling sexual experience of your life?”

“Primal play. I want a man to wear a mask and chase me through a deserted resort. He will pin me against a wall and take what he wants, but I won’t know who he is. The fear of the unknown will mix with the lust of the moment and create a perfect high—equal parts fear and sexual desire. I want to be sexually owned but still hold the power outside the bedroom, to be worshipped like a goddess but fucked like a cheap toy. I need a man like my three best friends, even if it emasculates my partner. He needs to have their qualities—I need him to be like Zayne, Julius, and Storm.”

I stare at the screen, my jaw practically on my lap, and my eyes wide with surprise after hearing her deepest cravings. Though I know I shouldn’t be invading her privacy, I can’t stop. I need to know everything. “Please delete that... I was joking... making light of the situation.”

“Uh, we can certainly edit that out before it goes to air.”

“Thank you,” she whispers and keeps her gaze on her lap.

I hate how she feels ashamed. Stopping the video, I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing both Zayne and Storm. I don’t give a fuck that they are at work; I have an idea, and I need them to be okay with it.

“Yeah?” Storm’s gruff tone sounds annoyed.

“What’s up?” Zayne says.

Turning the call to a FaceTime video, I tell them to shut up and watch the video. I flip the screen around and press play again—they need to see so they can understand. When it finishes, they are both silent. Once I flip the camera back around, I see both their faces are pinched and they’re clearly confused.

“It’s the interview Moo did forTrue Love’s Match. I set it up,” I admit, gritting my teeth as I wait for their response.

“The fuck did you do that for?” Storm snaps.

“What the hell are you up to, Julius?” Zayne speaks over Storm, his tone filled with warning.

“Did you hear her describe her perfect man?” I reply, ignoring Zayne’s question.

“What’s your fucking point?” Storm grits out.

“My point is, she didn’t describe one man—she described three... us three. She wants us, but is too scared to admit it to herself, let alone anyone else. I have an idea, and I need you both on board because I’m tired of watching her date somebody else.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Julez?” Zayne pushes.

“The idiot is telling us we need to make a move on Mellie,” Storm practically growls out.

I roll my eyes. “I know you guys have feelings for her.” Both Zayne and Storm clamp their mouths closed, refusing to confirm or deny my claim. “I have a plan to get us all what we want. If you don’t agree, then fine, but I’m doing this. I won’t watch her get hurt again by some fuckbag who doesn’t deserve a second of her time.”

“What are you suggesting?” Zayne asks.

Storm’s face contorts with anger and his pissed-off look is scary as fuck. “You can’t be serious!” he snaps. “This isn’t some fucking random girl. This is Mellie, our best friend?—”

“I get it,” I interject. “But can you honestly tell me you would be okay with her falling in love with someone else? Would you be okay being her man of honor while she marries some fucker who doesn’t deserve her?”

Storm grits his teeth and looks away from the screen.

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