29. Chapter 29
Queen Adanna
I was pacing across my private office with my mind racing.
Sitting at that dinner table and watching Dame and Quan watch me was too tempting.
They were both fine as fuck, and the little taste I had gotten from Dame’s toy under the table hadn't cleared my head.
It had only made the itch ten times worse.
I wanted both of them at the same time, plain and simple. The real problem was figuring out how to set up a threesome with two men without somebody pulling a gun. I needed expert advice from the only woman in my family who had seen it all.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Nana.
"Hey, this is Nana's whorehouse!" her raspy voice boomed before the second ring even finished. "You got the dough, I got the hoes. How can I help you?"
I rolled my eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "Can you please stop revisiting your glory days?"
"You're in the house with two fine-ass men," Nana shot back without missing a beat. "Why the hell are you calling me?"
"Because I'm trying to hook something up," I admitted.
The line went quiet. Then Nana let out an ear-splitting scream that almost blew out my speaker. I could hear her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as she sprinted into her bedroom for privacy.
"Bitch!" Nana wheezed, gasping for air. "Are you trying to set up a threesome?"
A slick smirk broke across my face as I walked over to my desk. "I mean... yeah."
"Bitch, you just might be crazy enough to pull this off," Nana cackled.
"Really?" I pulled a yellow legal pad and a pen toward me. "How do I keep them from going crazy and fighting each other?"
"They won't fight," Nana declared. "You just have to make sure your man knows he's running the show."
I stopped writing and furrowed my brows at the paper. "Wait, you want me to put Dame in charge of it?"
"Yes, exactly!" Nana yelled. "Now listen to me. Put some lotion on your skin, your ankles, and your whole damn body."
"Okay..." I jotted down the note.
"Then pop out in something sexy," Nana continued, shifting into pimp mode. "Don't make it overly revealing, but give them enough to see what's on the menu."
"Got it," I murmured, writing fast. "What next?"
"Then you do absolutely nothing."
I paused mid-sentence and stared at the paper. "What?"
"I don't like repeating myself," Nana snapped. "You don't do shit. You sit right there in the room with them and let the tension build. The less you do, the more they will. Remember, I ran these setups for decades."
I smirked, leaning against the wood. "All right, I hear you, big pimpin'."
"Glad you recognize," Nana huffed. Then her tone dropped into a sharp glare over the line. "Now where the fuck is my Wendy's?"
I groaned out loud. "Why do you keep bringing that up?"
"Because you haven't built a damn thing yet!" she yelled.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my leather chair. "Have you driven past that old, abandoned building off the main strip in the last month?"
The line went silent again. I could hear her breathing through her nose.
"...Bitch, for real?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.
"I don't like repeating myself either, Nana. Just relax."
"I got the best granddaughter in the whole world!" Nana screamed at the top of her lungs, slamming the phone down without saying goodbye.
I chuckled, tossed the phone onto the desk, and followed her instructions to the letter.
An hour later, I stepped out of the master suite and into the dimly lit living room.
Dame and Quan were sitting on the long sectional watching the game on the wall-mounted screen.
I had slathered my body in warm, scented oil, leaving my dark skin with a deep, radiant sheen.
Over my body, I wore a sheer champagne lace set that exposed every curve, thigh, and shadow just enough to drive a man insane.
The moment my heels clicked against the hardwood, both of their heads snapped in my direction.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The air grew heavy, thick, and suffocatingly hot.
Quan looked stunned as his eyes dragged down my oiled legs. Dame sat straight up, his expression darkening with immediate, heavy arousal.
Neither of them said a word.
For thirty minutes, silence hung over the living room. They didn't speak to each other, and they didn't speak to me. The sexual tension was heavy enough to cut. I sat in the armchair across from them, crossing my legs and letting the silence do the work just like Nana had promised.
Finally, I made the final play.
I stood up slowly from the chair, letting out a soft, delicate yawn. I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back to push my chest out before bending at the waist to grab my glass off the side table.
I didn't utter a word.
I walked over to the sectional, stepping into my husband's space. I reached out and patted Dame’s chest, giving him a subtle pat that handed all the control over to him.
Quan’s eyes flared as he sat forward and watched us.
Dame looked up at me with a dark, dangerous smirk taking over his face. He caught my signal.
"You want both of us?" Dame asked.
I gave him a silent nod as my pulse hammered in my throat.
Without breaking eye contact, Dame reached out and grabbed Quan by the shoulder, helping him up off the couch. Quan didn't resist. Dame leaned in close and whispered something directly into Quan's ear.
Quan listened. Then, he dapped Dame up. "Nothing but respect when it comes to Adanna," Quan said.
Dame nodded back, stepping aside so the two of them could fall into step behind me. My heart was beating out of my chest as I turned on my heels and led the way down the quiet wing toward one of the guest bedrooms we rarely used, ready for the real show to begin.