“Yeah.”
I catch the way Archer suddenly has to adjust himself in his seat.
“No. I couldn’t.”
“Sure you could.”
When he gives me a wink, I wonder if I’m seeing things. I don’t want to be the one misreading cues or signs, so I quickly avert my gaze.
“Okay, your turn,” I say, nudging Freya’s leg gently.
She shakes her head. “I don’t have any desires or kinks or anything.”
“Bullshit,” Archer calls, teasing her. “Everyone has something.”
“No, really,” she argues. “I don’t.”
“Nothing?” I ask.
“I promise, guys. Seriously.”
“Fine,” Archer relents. “Then what’s the hottest place you’ve ever done it?”
“Nowhere.”
This time, I try. “Your favorite position?”
“None.”
“What the hell?” Archer asks with astonishment. “You’re not going to tell us anything after we just admitted all that?”
I can see her getting flustered, so finally she slams her hands down on her legs. “Because I havenothing,” she shouts. “I have no kinks, no desires, no experience, no stories, because I have never done any of it. Is that what you wanted? I’m admitting something now. Happy?”
My jaw drops as I stare at her. This beauty queen is stunning and talented and bold, and she’s never done any of it? I can’t believe my ears.
Archer’s expression mirrors mine. “Are you saying you’re…”
She points a finger at him. “Don’t say it. Don’t call me a…you know what. It sounds so juvenile. I’m not some baby-faced teenager. I’m a grown-ass woman who happens to have put her career and education before sexual experiences. I’m not, like, saving myself for marriage if that’s what you think. I just…haven’t done it. Yet.”
“There’s no shame in that,” I mumble quietly, almost too quiet to hear, as if I don’t want to be caught being kind and understanding.
“I’m calling bullshit again,” Archer says with a shake of his head. Freya’s mouth drops open as she glares at him, but before she can scream at him, he continues. “Just because you haven’t fucked someone doesn’t mean you can’t have secret desires. You’re just using this an excuse to get out of telling us what filthy fantasies you have, and I’m not letting you get off that easily.”
I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up as I stare at him. “He’s got a point.”
Freya looks offended momentarily before the shock turns into amusement. “You jerks.”
“Out with it, Chef,” he persists.
“I hate you both.” She bites her bottom lip with a blush. “Fine…” Then, covering her face with her hands, she adds, “I think it sounds hot to have sex in public, and I don’t mean in a sex club.”
My jaw drops.
Archer’s face lights up with excitement. “You mean like…what’s that called? Exhibitionism?”
“No,” I say. “Exhibitionism is when you like to be watched.”
“Oh God, no,” she blurts out. “I would never want to be watched.”
