I opened the door slowly and walked into the apartment. Rhett and Tomas were sitting at the dining table glaring at each other and I hoped that we weren’t about to revisit the strip-club story.
“Where’ve you been?” Rhett jumped up and walked over to me, a look of contrition on his face.
“I went to the coffee shop. And Holden was there and we talked for a bit.”
“Of course, he was there.” He sounded annoyed.
“I didn’t know he was going to be there.”
“Yeah, sure.” He took his coffee and walked to the large navy couch. I walked over to the table and gave Tomas a coffee and a croissant and sat down across from him.
“So how’ve you been?” I took a sip of coffee and ignored Rhett’s glare.
“I hope I didn’t start anything?” Tomas looked uncomfortable as he bit into his croissant. “You know I didn’t mean any trouble. I just wanted me and my boy to have some fun, like we did in the old days.”
“The old days were a couple of months ago.” I said in a monotone. “And I didn’t stop you, did I?”
“Rhett didn’t want to go.” Tomas spat out. “I made him. It’s my bad.”
“He didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to. I assume you didn’t have a gun to his head?”
“Well no.”
“And I assume you didn’t force those four women to give him lap dances?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he made a face and looked at Rhett. “It’s fine Tomas. I know you’re just trying to be a good friend. Rhett and I will discuss it later.”
“Well, you guys can discuss it now.” Tomas jumped up quickly. “One of the girls from last night just text me and she wants to show me some new moves.”
“One of the strippers?” I asked in disbelief. He wasn’t seriously going to go and hook up with a stripper, was he?
“Hell yeah.” He jumped up. “I need a shower, and then I’m out. I’ll catch you both for dinner later?”
“Sure.” My jaw dropped as he ran into the shower and then I looked at Rhett. “Is he being serious?”
“He sure is.” Rhett nodded, a small smile on his face.
“Did you ever hook up with a stripper?”
“Never.” He said solemnly. “I’ve never done anything with a stripper, well asides from that time I was wearing the sweatpants and you know.”
“Yes, I know.” I cringed. “No need to remind me.”
“That’s a mistake I’ll never make again.” He grinned.
“What’s that?” I asked softly.
“I’ll never get a lap dance in sweat pants and no underwear. I swear it felt like she was rubbing on my cock directly.” His face froze as he realized what he’d just said. “Shit, I guess I fucked up again huh?”
“No.” I stood up and walked over to the couch and joined him. “You didn’t fuck up because you told me a story I already knew, Rhett.”
“But I can tell from your face you’re not exactly impressed.” He rubbed my shoulder.
“I don’t want to think about you exploding in your pants and coming because some dirty stripper was rubbing up on you, Rhett.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Would you want to hear about me dirty dancing with some guy and having an orgasm and no panties on?”
“What the fuck?” His eyes narrowed and his breathing grew heavier. “That did not happen, did it?”
“Would you want to hear about it if it did?” I sat back in the couch, quite enjoying the look of jealousy in his eyes.
“Hell no.” He frowned. “Did this happen? And when and with who?”
“Rhett.” I snuggled into his chest. “You know everything about me. Have I ever told you a story like that before? Am I the sort of girl that goes out with no panties on?”
“I’d like you to be.” He kissed the top of my head and I could tell that his breathing had calmed. “But yeah, no, you’ve never done anything crazy like that before.”
“But if I had you wouldn’t want to hear it right?”
“No, I wouldn’t want to hear it.”
“It’s the same with me. I don’t want to think about you with other girls, Rhett.”
“I’m sorry.” He grabbed my hands. “I’m just so used to telling you everything.”
“I know. This is a hard transition for both of us.”
“I never thought it would be so crazy.” He shook his head. “I thought it would be so easy. We’ve been together forever, but this, this is so different.”
“I know.” I nodded. “I don’t want it to be different. I don’t want us to be different. I don’t want us to hide things from each other.”
“I’m sorry for lying about the strip-club.” He made a face. “I really didn’t want to go, but then I figured I might as well.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him softly.
“Do I have to answer that?” His blue eyes glittered.
“No.” I huffed out, starting to feel jealous myself.
“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t enjoy it?” His fingers ran across my cheek and he nipped at my nose. “Would you believe me if I told you that all I could think about was you and what you were doing with Holden.” He growled. “I’m sorry for being jealous, but that guy gives me the creeps.”