“Well, we had a threesome a while back, and I felt like that meant our arrangement had changed.”
“Maybe next time lead with the fact that you had a threesome with your boss and coworker.”
“Didn't want to give it all away all at once.”
I can practically hear the eye roll.
“Never change, Wick. Question: do you feel it’d be okay if you started sleeping with your boss again?”
I shrug. “Well, sure, if he was amenable.”
“And what about the other guy—your coworker. You’d sleep with him again too?”
“Sure.”
Looking at the fencing, I realize I don’t have the right pliers with me, so I note the location and move on down the line.
“But it bothers you that they’re sleeping together without you.”
“Yes.”
“So you’re good to sleep with either or both of them, but if they take advantage of the same rules, it’s wrong?”
I open my mouth to reply, but she’s got me. “Well, when you put it like that…”
“And have you ever felt like this before?”
Come to think of it, this reminds me a little of how I felt after Renée and Wy ended our little arrangement, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction.
“No.”
I imagine in the subsequent silence that she’s raising her brow at me.
“Maybe.”
“Mm-hmm. Do you remember what I told you last year?”
Shit. I’d forgotten.
“Yeah. Right after I made your eyes roll back in your head, you accused me of being a fake.”
“Don't misrepresent my words,” she responds, the command clear in her voice. “What did I actually call you?”
I let out an annoyed breath. Sisko’s ears twitch, and I stroke his neck to reassure him that all my angst is aimed at my friend.
“You called me afuckboy romantic. You said I was sleeping around to avoid feeling the hurt,” I answer, not happy for the reminder.
Now that I think of it, that might be why we haven't spoken in a while. Wish I'd remembered before I called her.
Moving on, she asks, “And how would you say you feel when you see your coworker and boss fucking each other?”
“Like they left me out. Like I'm the stinky kid in class.”
She snorts. “Can I assume that you are just as gorgeous this year as you were last and that you've kept up with your routine shower schedule?”
“Yeah, I'm still pretty. And I bathe at least once a week,” I crack.
“So I think we can strike the stinky-kid excuse.”
