“Do they?”
“We read the comments too. They’re feral for us.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “How much of my show have you listened to?”
They exchanged a glance.
“All of it,” Troy admitted. “Every episode.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or horrified.
“Your voice helps us fall asleep,” Rhett offered, as if that made it better somehow.
“So you listen to me talk about sex, relationships, and intimate details of people’s lives… to fall asleep?” I asked.
“It’s soothing,” Troy said. “Though we also listen because you give great advice. You’re smart as hell, Aimee. And funny. And passionate about what you do.”
“Yeah,” Rhett agreed. “The sexy voice is a bonus.”
Despite everything, I felt a small, traitorous smile tugging at my lips. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“But you like us anyway. Though I think you might benefit from a threesome experience.” Rhett blinked as if it had just occurred to him that might not be an appropriate thing to say. “For the show, I mean. So you can talk more honestly about polyamory to your listeners.”
My mouth fell open. “Are you suggesting—”
“No! Of course not. I’m respecting your boundaries. I was speaking, you know, abstractly,” Rhett added, holding up his hands. “Sorry. I know firsthand it doesn’t always live up to the fantasy.”
Troy’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to Rhett. “Hold up. You’re giving threesome advice now?”
Rhett rolled his eyes, some of his nervousness fading as he slipped into their familiar banter. “Obviously I’ve had threesomes,” he said. “I mean, look at me. And I’m a firefighter. Panties drop when I walk into the room.”
I looked at my still-in-place panties. “Do they, though?”
He nodded, oblivious. “Yep. But I’ve only had the kind with two women. It was sexy as hell, but it was a lot of work.” He spread his hands wide. “I mean, there’s only one of me to go around! Why, haven’t you done it, Troy?”
I stared at them, unable to believe this conversation was happening in front of me. Rhett had had threesomes? Multiple ones? Mr. Puppy-Dog-Eyes-and-Cartoon-Notes?
Troy blinked, his confident facade cracking for the first time. “Never,” he admitted, looking sheepish.
“What?” Rhett gasped. “With your insane body? You could pick some girls up, easy.”
“Never wanted to with two girls,” Troy said with a shrug. “Now… another girl and a guy, that I’d consider.”
Rhett nodded sagely. “Much less work than having to please two women. Spit-roasting an eager girl would be hot.”
“Yeah, or sucking the other guy while I fuck her,” Troy agreed.
Rhett’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what?”
Troy waved his hand. “You’ve never sucked cock?”
“Of course not!”
“Why not? Guys are so horny you can get them to agree to just about anything. It’s not gay or anything.”
“Pretty sure sucking cock is a little gay.” Rhett cleared his throat, eyes darting to Troy, then back to me. “But it’s not gay in a threesome. There’s a girl between us.”
“What if the girl wants to watch you kiss each other?” I asked, hoping to shock Rhett off the topic of threesomes for good.
