Forbidden Sister (The Forbidden 1) - Page 10
“How would I know?”
“Stop saying that,” she snapped.
“Well, how would I? I can’t hear him, can you?”
“But isn’t that the way French people kiss?”
“Lots of people do that now.”
He sat at their table, and the waitress arrived to take his order. They were all having coffee.
“I know. I bet he’s their boss or something, or maybe he’s tonight’s gentleman for one of them. Or . . .” Her eyes widened. “Or they’re both going to be with him. It’s a something trois.”
“Ménage à trois,” I said.
She looked at me, excited, and nodded. “Yes, that’s it. They’re having a ménage à trois.” She squinted. “What exactly is that anyway? C’mon,” she urged. “Don’t tell me you don’t know. You’re part French.”
I almost laughed. “You don’t have to be French to have a ménage à trois, Chastity. It’s just a French expression.”
“For what, exactly?”
“Why did you say it if you didn’t know what it was?”
“I know a little,” she said.
“It’s sex with three willing people. Men like two women; women like two men.”
“I mean . . . how do they do that? One watches?”
“That’s as much as I know,” I said firmly. “I think we should go soon. They could be there a long time.”
“Wait. I have an idea. Your sister doesn’t know me. I could walk by and maybe pick up a few words they’re saying.”
I started to shake my head.
“You just head down this street and around the block. I’ll meet you a block down and tell you what I heard.”
“Don’t let them think you’re listening in, Chastity,” I warned.
She hesitated. “You don’t think that guy’s dangerous or something, do you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe forget it.”
She considered and then shook her head. “No. I’ll do it. Go on,” she said, and headed to the corner to cross.
I watched her for a moment and then hurried down the side street. By the time I came around to head back to Madison Avenue, Chastity was waiting at the corner. She looked as if she would burst with excitement.
“What?”
“I was right. He was French. Your sister was speaking French to him, and English, and then they all laughed. I pretended I had something in my shoe so I could listen more, and I heard her say she had a full weekend. I wanted to stay longer, but I think the other woman was looking at me, so I walked away. You think that man was after her, wanted a date?”
I shook my head.
“Why not?” she asked petulantly. I knew she wanted to be the one to make discoveries, and she was the one who had eavesdropped on their conversation. Why would I disagree?
“It’s not the way an escort service works,” I said. I didn’t want to tell her, or anyone, for that matter, that I had read up on them. “Their schedules are kept, and the clients are screened. They don’t go out on dates.”
She looked angry now. “So you really do know more about your sister than you’re saying.”
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