polyamorous relationship with your stepsister and your best friend slash business partner?”
“She’ll never agree to it,” I said, shaking my head.
“Leave that part to me. Do I have your permission or not?”
My first instinct was to say no, but what did I really have left to lose? Her respect for me was already gone, I couldn’t dig the hole much deeper. I had spoken to Arnold already and my plan to anonymously pay off Chris’s debt was going to be put in motion soon, then she would be out of danger.
What was the worst that could happen? She’d reject John? I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck about that possibility.
But did I honestly think I was capable of sharing a woman with him? He’d made a good point when he said neither of us had time for relationships of our own. That was definitely true. It seemed like such a good idea in theory to share a woman with John. At least I knew that when I couldn’t be there, John would take care of her.
I just couldn’t manage to shake the nagging feeling that I’d wind up becoming dangerously jealous if this actually wound up happening.
Then again, I couldn’t even bring myself to believe it was really possible. So why dismiss the idea before even giving it a shot?
“One thing.”
“Shoot.”
I looked at John very seriously. “I need you to promise me that if, by some chance she does agree to this and one of us winds up being uncomfortable—”
“Neither of us have her. Already on the same page, bro.”
I blinked in surprise, then smiled when I realized that even though he wanted Amber, John was ultimately more concerned about keeping our friendship intact. It was enough to put my mind at ease, so I sat back in the chair and threw my hands up in defeat.
“Why the fuck not then? Give it a shot.”
John grinned and stood up. “I’ll call you later. Wish me luck.”
He didn’t even give me a chance to respond before he bolted from the room, obviously excited about the prospect of this possibly working out. I wasn’t at all convinced that it would, but I said a silent prayer that I was wrong.
I missed Amber more than I wanted to admit. I’d do anything to get her back in my life.
Including letting my best friend fuck her.
Why can’t my life be even slightly normal?
Chapter Five
John
“ T his is going to be even easier than I thought,” I mumbled to myself as I watched Amber and Chris walk into the same office building that they went into yesterday.
Once they were both inside, I pulled my car into an empty spot and made my way across the street, waving an apology to the drivers who honked at me for jaywalking. I lingered behind the small wall of the bus stop as I waited for Amber to wander back out while Chris went in for his meeting.
After ten minutes of waiting, I saw her long, blonde hair as she stepped out into the sun and shielded her eyes with her hand. I opened my newspaper and stepped out, my steps heavy as I subtly watched her to make damn sure that our paths would intertwine.
I grinned to myself as she stopped right in my path and I lifted the paper higher, giving me the perfect excuse to barrel directly into her.
“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed as she lost her balance.
I dropped the paper to the ground and wrapped my arm around her waist, hauling her up against my chest to keep her from falling to the pavement. Her breathing was erratic as she looked up at me with wide eyes and I smiled down at her when I saw the recognition flash in them.
“You again,” she breathed, still slightly stunned. “John, right?”
“That’s right,” I said, flashing her my most charming smile. “Amber, isn’t it?”
I could see the moment my smile got to her—her pupils dilated just a fraction and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The desire to kiss her now was strong, but I somehow managed to resist it as I pulled her up and placed her back on her feet.
“Yeah, it’s Amber. Thanks for catching me,” she said with a slightly