“Hi, Shareese, it’s Breeze.”
“Hey, did I forget something?” she asked, concerned.
“Not at all. I was actually calling to see if you'd like to meet for lunch tomorrow. I have something I want to discuss with you.”
“Whatever you want. It’ll have to be during my lunch break. The office closes for lunch from 1-2pm. Text me with details.”
“Great, see you then,” I said as we disconnected.
***
I had Shareese text me her order for the restaurant so the kitchen could prepare her food and bring it out by the time she arrived, since she only had a tight window to eat.I sat outside sipping my drink, waiting for her to arrive. She walked in, dressed in a fuchsia pantsuit and pumps.
“Good afternoon,” she said as she sat down.
“Hey, love that color,” I said as I shifted nervously in my seat.
“Thank you, and that color looks great on your skin,” she complimented back.
“You want to order a drink while we wait on the food? I didn’t order for you. I know people don’t play about their drinks,” I laughed.
She laughed as well, caught the waitress's attention, and placed an order.
“So, what’s this about?” she asked as soon as the woman walked away.
I laughed; she put me on the spot. Didn’t give me a second to give her a lead in or anything.
“Umm. Your visit to my office yesterday felt a bit like flirting.”
“A bit? Then Tre was right, I have no game for real.” She scoffed.
“So, I wasn’t wrong?” I asked for clarification.
“Not at all.” I was a little flustered. She was very matter-of-fact about it. Silence stretched for a second. Then I finally got my words together.
“Okay, do you mind signing an NDA for what we will discuss today?” I asked as I picked up a folder beside me, took out a single sheet of paper, and gave it to her.
“Yesterday I said no paperwork,” she laughed, then looked it over. “I’m only signing this because I’m nosey.” She added as we shared a laugh.
“I’m sorry if I’m forward. But I don’t know any other way to ask. How do you feel about threesomes?”
Her eyes widened.
“Breeze, I think you’re very attractive, but I don’t want to be involved in anyone’s marriage in that way.”
I nodded my understanding.
“What if I told you that the threesome wouldn’t be with my husband? I’ve never been intimate with a woman before, and I would only want you to watch.”
She almost yelped. Then her tone became almost a whisper. “What kind of freaky shit?”
“Hear me out, Shareese. I know it’s a lot to process, and you don’t have to answer right now. But I have to be completely transparent and allow you to make your own decision.” With the NDA now signed, I gave her the full spill: our history, how we got here, and the decision to have solo encounters outside our marriage. I didn’t cut any corners.
“That is a lot to process. So, you’re saying you want me to watch you and the guy you chose? Why are you trusting me with this information?” she asked through slits in her eyes. I had been holding back the biggest piece of information from her because I didn’t know what her reaction would be.
“I trust you with this information because I trust that you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the person that I chose,” I said, hoping that she’d catch my drift without me saying too much. But when she waited for me to finish my statement, I knew she didn’t. Now I’d have to say it outright.
“What do you mean?”
