“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?”
I took a deep breath and looked at the frown lines on her forehead. I chuckled.
“The person that I chose was Dr. Long.”
She sat back like I had knocked the wind out of her. I probably had. I could only hope that she wasn’t about to return the favor when the confusion on her face turned to something that resembled anger.
“As in… my son’s father, Quentin?” She clarified.
“Yeah.”
“Breeze, you do know that this little bitty piece of paper wouldn’t stop me from stuffing this table down your throat, right?” Her tone caught me by surprise.
“I sure as hell hope so, I’m not that hungry,” I answered honestly, which made her exhale and laugh loudly. She held her side and laughed while I found no amusement in her threat. Maybe this is why Quentin said, "Good luck.” He clearly knew something that I wasn’t privy to.
“Did you tell him you were going to ask me this?”
“He told me good luck.”
She wiped her eyes but laughed harder.
“I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise. Maybe a decade ago, this would have gone really badly for both of y’all. Quentin and I haven’t been together in that way in years. We coparent without all that funny shit. I don’t know if I want to cross those boundaries or blur the lines. But trust me, I understand you wanting to double back. Even when we were in our twenties, his dick should have been in the Hall of Fame.” She shook her head at the thoughts that I’m sure crept into her mind, then chuckled.
“I know it’s a lot to think about…you don’t have to answer today. But we have less than a month if you decide to come along.”
The waitress interrupted me and came back over with our food and started setting plates on the table. We tabled the discussion and began eating. At first, it was awkward, but we both relaxed and started discussing other things. I don’t know why I still felt uneasy; it could be because every time I took a bite of salmon, I was thinking about how it could have been the table instead.
In the middle of the conversation, she checked the time on her watch.
“I have to get back to the office, Breeze. Thank you for the invitation to lunch. This is a sticky situation, and I can’t makeyou any promises. I’ll think about it and get back to you if that’s okay?”
