The stars shone vividly when Mason parked outside of Henderson. I opened my door, but Jude reached across me, stilling my hand. “Wait a moment,” he said. No one else got out either, so I wondered what was up.
“We’d like to take you to the party on Friday,” Mason said.
“Yes, I know. I said I’d go.” Hadn’t we already covered this?
“No, that’s not what I mean. We want to take you there as our date.”
It took me a moment to wrap my head around that. “All three of you?”
“Yes,” he said, and Jude and Parker nodded.
“But how would that work?”
“Just like any other date,” Jude said. “Except there will be three of us with you. We’ll be discreet, of course. Not flaunting anything in front of the others. But we’ll know—the four of us will know— it’s a date.”
Wow. The idea excited me and judging by the way my pulse sped up, my hormones approved. My mind, however, was still coming up with obstacles. “Are you guys okay with that?”
“We wouldn’t have asked you if we weren’t,” Parker said.
I took a deep breath. “Okay, then. I’d love to be your date.”
Jude grinned, and Parker looked pleased—but still, no one got out of the car.
“What?”
“There’s something else,” Mason said, adjusting the rear view mirror to see me better. It felt like his cool blue eyes pinned me to my seat. “About the party.”
“What is it?” I said, somewhat nervously. “Do you want me to date the whole football team as well?”
“No,” Jude said. “We want you to think carefully about what you wear.”
I was still confused. “Well, of course. It’s a party. Don’t worry, I’ll wear something nice.”
“That’s not what we mean,” Mason said. His voice was low and somehow dangerous. “If you wear jeans or pants, then we’ll all have a nice time. We’ll drink. We’ll dance. We’ll have fun. But if you wear a skirt… Well, that’s a signal to us that you’re interested in something more than a nice time at the party.”
My breathing sped up as I tried to think. “Something more?”
“Something naughty,” Jude clarified, giving me a sexy wink. “Like the kind of things we talk about at night.”
“Whoa, wait.” We’d talked about some pretty explicit things.
Mason seemed to sense my panic, and that time, he turned in his seat to look directly at me. “As Jude said, we’ll be discreet. But if you chose to wear a skirt, I’d say it’s a pretty safe bet that at some point at the party, there’ll be a pair of hands touching you under it.”
“A pair, or more,” Parker added.
Mason gave me an evil grin, making my nipples harden. “So that’s why we want you to think carefully about what you’re going to wear.”
My thighs clenched as my roommates finally opened the car doors to get out. I most certainly would think about what to wear on Friday. I doubt I’d be able to think about anything else until then.
24
Kylie
By the time Friday rolled around, I still hadn’t decided what I’d wear to the party. The skirt option seemed like asking for trouble. It was strange enough to go somewhere as the date of three men. Giving them permission to be their naughty selves while we were there seemed like a recipe for trouble. But there was no doubt the idea turned me on. We hadn’t had one of our bedtime stories in a few days because Parker and Mason both had tests to study for and we’d all ended up going to sleep at different times. But it’d given me ample time to lay in bed and wonder what wickedness they had in store for me.
“Are you going to be ready in half an hour?” Mason asked, passing by the open door of my bathroom.
“Yes,” I assured him, but he didn’t look convinced. His doubt probably had something to do with the fact that I was wearing a robe and had curlers in my hair.
“Have you decided—”
“No,” I snapped. Jude appeared next to him and I waved them both off. “Can you just give me some space, please? I’m not a man, I have a lot to do before a party.” They were both ready and looked gorgeous, of course. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.
Mason looked ready to make a sarcastic response, but Jude grabbed his arm and dragged him away. They ended up on the balcony with Parker and for a few seconds, I contemplated locking them out there. Getting ready for a party was definitely easier with female roommates than male ones.
Since I still hadn’t decided what to wear, I’d started with my hair and makeup. If there was one thing I felt confident in, it was my ability to create dramatic, smokey eye makeup. When I did it well enough, people usually didn’t even notice my eye color.