Page 25 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“Spanakopita.”
“That is one of our best sellers,” the server says before leaving.
“Don’t tell me you’re a vegetarian too,” I tease, because he did order spinach pie.
“No. I just really like it, especially with a lot of honey on top,” Brandon says, stabbing a piece of feta and then an olive with his fork.
Phew.
“I don’t think I could ever be vegetarian,” I say, picking up an olive from the plate.
“Yeah?”
“I love meat.”
He chuckles, looking down.
“So, you have little boy humor, got it.” I smirk, enjoying this moment.
“No … well, maybe, but I was thinking about that book.”
I tilt my head. “What about it?”
“I’ve never heard the phrase ‘God’s favorite’ before. It’s interesting.”
I giggle, sipping my water. “What’s so interesting about it?”
“It makes it seem … I don’t know, like, a woman is chosen, when in all actuality it’s the other way around. The woman is the one choosing.”
I hum, leaning forward, resting my chin in my available hand on the table. “Are you saying two guy threesomes are the woman’s idea, not the man’s idea?”
“I’m saying guys are not going to be the ones saying no,” he says, lower, sexier.
This is very fucking flirty dinner conversation.
“As someone with experience in these matters, I suppose I should believe you, huh?”
His eyes search mine for a moment. “You’ve never had a threesome?”
“I’d be down, but the opportunity has never presented itself.”
Intrigue reads all over his face. “You need the right people, otherwise it’s awkward.”
“Are you nominating yourself?”
Did I really just fucking ask that?
“I wouldn’t say no to you,” he says with a sly smile.
I giggle nervously, overwhelmed. I’m sweating, literally sweating. Thank God this dress doesn’t have sleeves.
“Our server would make it awkward though,” Brandon says. I think he’s enjoying my discomfort.
I grimace. “Definitely not our server.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Bad vibes.”
