15. Kate
KATE
It was an excellent question, even if I was still figuring out my own kink.
Did I get off on others getting it on, even if I wasn’t there?
Maybe I did.
I’d always been intrigued with what other people liked to do behind closed doors.And maybe I was fascinated by the games people play in the bedroom. By the ways adults wanted to explore their after dark sides. That captivated me, and I wanted to uncover more, know more, learn more.
But that’s not why I fashioned myself into a naughty matchmaker.
I did it because what were best friends for but to help you in your time of need, to shop for dresses, and to subtly guide you to the threesome of your heart’s desire?
I knew what Lily wanted, so I’d planted the idea of Jake in her head—Jake, because I knew he’d be game.
How did I know?
Call it instinct. Call it a gut feeling. Jake was a friend, and I’d been well aware of his appetite in the bedroom.
All I had to do was drop his name as the necessary third party, and Lily was game.
I wanted Lily to be happy. She deserved it, and Lord knew the woman was going to be driven mad by her obsession till she chased it down. So I did what a friend would do. A nudge here. A nudge there. Everyone enjoyed their night.
But now, here I was, enjoying eggs and hash browns and the post-game satisfaction of having called it from a mile away, and looking at Jake in a new light.
Was that part of my kink? Was he?
Perhaps he could be.
I couldn’t deny that a part of me was damn curious what Jake was like in bed.
More than I’d been before.
I hadn’t lied when I’d told Lily I wasn’t attracted to Jake.
I never had been. I didn’t gaze longingly at him from afar, nor did I stalk his photos on social media.
He wasn’t in the cards, but that was more that I’d never thought of him like that before, even though Lily had suggested him to me in the dress shop.
Maybe I hadn’t let myself think of him that way since I’d always had a hunch he’d be the perfect party for Lily’s fantasy.
I didn’t want to stand in the way of her pleasure.
What kind of friend would do that? Not this one.
I’d kept any interest in him at arm’s length, because I knew he’d be the right man for Lily’s fantasy.
But now her fantasy had played out.
It was over and done.
And perhaps that’s why I was checking out the man. Noting the cut of his jaw, the shape of his lips, the roughness of his stubble.
There was something about him.
Perhaps something I hadn’t seen before.
And now, here at breakfast, I was trying to figure out what I was suddenly feeling for him.
It sure felt like attraction. A stirring, potent attraction to the tall, dark, and handsome man across the table.
That was new. Wholly new.
And I liked it. It heated me up. It made my skin tingle. It made me ponder all sorts of possibilities.
Biding my time, I picked up my glass of water, took a drink,and set it down. “We all have different fantasies,” I said.
His eyes held mine for a long beat. Longer than they had before. In them, I felt heat and I saw intrigue.
“I’d like to find out yours,” he said.
Funny, because I didn’t mind that idea.
Didn’t mind it one bit.