Jalen nodded vigorously.
“A scene with the two of you?” I blinked, startled by the idea, but not opposed to it.
“Yeah, so we discovered we both have the same fantasy and think your super sweet and…”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Jalen added.
My cheeks grew hot.
“We’re fluid,” Evan said, answering my unspoken question.
“Me, more than him,” Jalen added. “But we both wanted to scene with you.”
“Okay.” I was intrigued. “What kind of scene were you thinking about?”
“We envision some roleplaying and bondage,” Evan explained.
“Do you like to roleplay?” Jalen asked, his eyes hopeful.
“I do.” I nodded. “I love it. I thought I wanted to be an actress at one time, but all my scenes in my head ended up too sexy for reality. My dad would never forgive me if I took up porn.”
I was babbling. Obviously, Marcus and I weren’t exclusive. We’d yet to have a real conversation outside of the scene room. If he was entertaining himself with others, I figured I should, too.
“So, explain the scene to me.” I clasped my hands together. “What do you want me to do?”
After an interesting conversation with Evan and Jalen, I headed to my stateroom to take a nap. Their scene sounded like a lot of fun, and I’d never been with two guys before, not that I would really be with two guys. I’d mainly be there to watch, maybe an orgasm or two of the oral variety, but hey, I’d take it.
I was on the upper deck coming down the stairs, when an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a storage closet. It was dark and musty. I clawed at the arm around me. The light switched on, and I spun around, coming face to face with Marcus.
“What are you doing?” I pushed away from him and stumbled back over a stake of life preservers.
“Careful, darling.” He reached out. I slapped his hand away and found my footing.
“Why did you pull me in here?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Afraid Mandy is going to catch us?”
“What?” He looked around. “Mandy? No.”
“I’m leaving.” I tried pushing past him again, but he blocked my escape. “Get out of my way.”
“Please, give me a minute. I need to talk to you.” His hair was sticking out on end, and his face had turned red.
“Are you okay?” I stepped closer. He seemed out of sorts. “What happened to you?”
“No, what?” He brushed his hair off his face. “I’m fine.” He didn’t look fine.
“Listen, if you want to scene with Mindy, that’s fine.” I shook my head and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was racing.
He pushed my hand away and pressed me up against the wall, stepping into my space.
“Will you forget about Mandy?” He exhaled.
“What are you doing?”
“I was told this was one of the few places on the boat without cameras, but they still might have sound.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, anchoring me in place. “The man you’ve been sceneing with, was not me.”
I blinked, waiting for the punchline.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” He shook my shoulders a little.
