Chapter 4

Nate and Jon would be there in a matter of minutes. The steaks were marinating, the wine was chilled, and Dawn’s insides were twisting with anticipation and fear. When her husband walked into the kitchen and saw her in that seductive red dress and heels, he’d know something was going on.

It would be her job to gauge his reaction and decide how to proceed. If necessary, she could still abort the mission at that point, but if they made it to the living room after dinner, that was the point of no return.

“Honey, I’m home,” Nate called out from the foyer. “Something smells good.”

Dawn inhaled the scent of the sexiest perfume she had on and smiled. “I’m in here,” she said and opened the refrigerator, then waited.

When she heard the men’s shoes on the linoleum, she tightened her leg muscles and leaned forward far enough to pique their interest. Every man hoped to catch a peek of an unsuspecting woman’s butt when her dress lifted. Nate told her that.

The moment of truth had arrived. She grabbed the marinading steaks and turned around. Both men were staring at her, but her husband’s eyes were wide with surprise. It was too soon to know if he was pleasantly surprised or shocked that she was dressed to kill.

What he did next would tell Dawn if there was a chance of A Dinner Surprise for Three happening. She set the steaks on the counter. The sound of rushing blood roared in her ears.

Nate looked at Jon and walked toward Dawn. “You look great,” he said and slipped his hands around her waist. She saw curiosity and desire in her husband’s eyes. “Hot, you’re hot,” he whispered and started kissing her. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that was appropriate in front of guests.

Dawn felt one of his hands drifting down her back. The intensity of his kissing increased, and Nate palmed her ass cheek. At that point, her husband would expect her to be embarrassed and repel his advance. Instead, she raked her teeth over his lip and welcomed the fingers fondling her ass.

Nate shoved his groin against her. Dawn felt empowered, but her arousal was quickly approaching a state she wasn’t familiar with. Fiction could intersect reality without issue, but only in someone’s mind. Dawn felt herself rushing toward loss of control. She needed to stop before she chanced blowing the whole thing before it started.

“I’m feeling left out,” Jon said.

Dawn stepped back and straightened her dress. “Sorry, Jon,” she said. “Nate, why don’t you go kiss Jon while I cook.” She was panting.

Nate smiled. “Baby, you look so good, I’d say you’re already cooking.”

“I agree,” Jon said. “You look like you’re ready to go out dancing.”

“Dancing, yeah, but we’re not going anywhere,” Dawn said. “There’s beer and wine. Why don’t you two go relax while I finish dinner.” They were staring at her like she was dinner, and she liked it.