Oh, I’d be backing off all right. All the way home. This was sounding less and less fun. Dean gave me a bad vibe, and I’d learned to trust my instincts. Even if he never laid a hand on me, the fact that I was going to let his husband have his way with me put me in a uniquely awkward position.

Jay was flirty and didn’t hide his attraction. He was hands-on and had been even when Dean wasn’t around. Was that an agreed upon part of their relationship too? I doubted it. What happened next month when he came back for the photo shoot, and Dean didn’t? How possessive was Dean? How trusting? Was he the type to get ragey and jealous because I was spending time with his partner without him? His partner who’d fucked me six ways from Sunday? Would he assume we were doing stuff on the sly? Would Jay try to pull me into something more without Dean’s knowledge?

This was a one-way ticket to becoming a homewrecker and losing this job. Fuck me!

Thanks but no thanks. I didn’t think I wanted to end up in the middle of Jay and Dean’s relationship, no matter how open they claimed to be. I hated when Asher was right, but he’d nailed it. This was a good way to fuck up my gig, and I couldn’t afford to do that.

Jay studied me with an arched brow. “There’s a lot going on in that head of yours. Wanna share with the class? What do you think?”

“I’m … not sure. I thought this was gonna be all three of us and just a bit of fun, ya know?”

“It will be fun.” Jay’s hand landed on my leg under the table and moved up and up and up until it sat on my crotch. He massaged my dick through my jeans, and I made a noise that was halfway between surprise and a grunt of pleasure.

Panic took over when Dean turned a hairy eye on his husband. “Not here, Jayson,” he growled.

Jay’s hand disappeared, and he rolled his eyes. “I was just giving him a taste of the deal.”

Nope. No deal. Not gonna happen.

Before I could protest, jump up, and run screaming out of the restaurant, two waiters arrived with platters of food. They distributed them around the table and trapped me by blocking the one and only exit

“A new drink?” the man on my right asked, waving a hand at my untouched water.

“Asahi, please.” My need for a beer outweighed my need to be a responsible adult at the moment. If I was stuck dining, I needed alcohol.

“Make that three,” Dean said.

The waiter dipped his head and disappeared. The other man followed on his heels.