Tore (Sidewinders Generations #2) - Kat Mizera Page 0,1

the evening are exactly the perfect match for what you—and they—need.”

“You know I’ve never done anything like this… What if I can’t do it?” I whispered. “What if I’m not attracted to them or…or…something?”

“There is no universe where you’re forced to do anything. You can leave or say no at any time. This is Fantasy Night, and if you’re upset, that ruins it for everyone. But you need to trust me. You trusted me when this first came up, and I want you to trust me now.”

“Are we ready?” Viggo came over to us, leaning over to kiss my cheek just as Jamie had done. “Hello, beautiful.”

They were truly the sweetest guys. Not to mention hot. Sexy. I’d thought I’d be getting to know just how hot and sexy firsthand tonight, and now Jamie had thrown me for a loop.

“She’s a little unsure about the change in plans,” Jamie told him. Then he turned to me. “Give it a chance, Margot. I promise, you won’t be afraid or disappointed. These guys would never hurt you, and their fantasies match up with yours perfectly.”

I hesitated.

“This was your idea,” Viggo reminded me gently. “You’re the one who said your life is boring and that even when you’d had sex in the past, it was lame… What’s the worst thing that could happen? If you find them unattractive or you’re scared beyond an acceptable level of nervousness, you walk away. But if you allow yourself to indulge in this, you might have the best sex of your life.”

His deep-set blue eyes were filled with sincerity, and I had to remind myself that Viggo and Jamie were my friends. They’d spent countless hours at the hospital with me when my four-year-old daughter, Gracie, had been going through surgery after surgery after a terrible car accident. I hung out at their house. I’d babysat their kids a few times when their nanny had the flu. Even if Fantasy Night turned out to be a dud, they would never put me in a situation where I would be harmed in any way.

“I-I can still change my mind, right?” I asked slowly.

“Let’s go to my office,” Jamie said. “You’re going to be in one of the private suites later because I know you’re way too shy to do anything in the dungeon or one of the public viewing rooms. You can say no at any time during the encounter—even after it’s started.”

“Just remember,” Viggo pointed out, “if you decide not to participate tonight, you’re banned from Fantasy Night for two years because we had nearly four thousand people on the list and only took a hundred, so a lot of people lost out for you to have a spot.”

I breathed in deeply, my fingers lacing with Jamie’s nervously. “Okay. I guess I’m ready.”

“I’m going to get the guys,” Viggo said, walking in the other direction.

I was still clinging to Jamie’s hand as we walked to the hallway where the offices were.

“Relax,” he said, his dark eyes filled with understanding. “You said you trust me, and this is my job. There’s a reason I’m part owner of a sex club. I know women, especially their sexual needs, and I know exactly what you need. What I have planned for you is going to blow your mind.”

“I don’t even know what I need,” I muttered.

“I know.” He chuckled as we stepped inside.

“You promise they’re hot?” I demanded as he closed the door. “Because if I’m not attracted to them…”

“You think I’d pick two guys who aren’t hot to fulfill your threesome fantasy?” he demanded playfully. “I might be offended.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, I guess not.”

“Just remember to breathe,” he said.

I tried to stay calm, but I was having serious second thoughts. This was so out of character for me. I’d only slept with a handful of guys, and I’d never done anything like this. Fantasies were dumb, and I wasn’t the type of girl who had them. This had been a terrible idea.

Crap, I couldn’t do this.

“Jamie, I don’t think—” I broke off as the door opened and a guy I’d never seen before came in. He was older than me, probably more than a decade, as I put him at about forty and I was only twenty-five, but he was definitely good-looking. He had a full head of wavy, light brown hair that was probably in need of a cut, nice features, and a great body, from what I could see. He wore black slacks that