Playing with Piper (Menage MfM Romance Novel) (Playing for Love Book 3) by Tara Crescent Page B

A Date Tomorrow Night With Them kind of way.”
    “Oh.” She digests that silently. “Both of them?”
    I nod.
    “Oh,” she repeats. “Are you going on this date?”
    I exhale. “I think so.” Bailey’s in a threesome herself. I thought she’d be more enthusiastic. “You aren’t judging me, are you?”
    She shakes her head immediately. “Of course not,” she says, biting her lip. “Okay, this is going to come out wrong no matter how I word it, so I’m just going to blurt it out. Are you sure you’re up to this?”
    “What exactly are we talking about?” I ask cautiously. “Because if you are going to talk sex positions, I’m going to need that vodka first.”
    Her lips twitch. “No sex positions, I promise. I’m talking about people’s reactions when they find out.” She makes a face. “Did I tell you Daniel’s sister and her fiancé broke up because Daniel, Sebastian, and I are in a threesome?”
    “Really?” I look up, shocked by her revelation. “When did this happen?”
    “A week ago.” She waves aside my concern. “It’s a good thing. Graham was a douchebag. But Piper, be honest with me. Can you see yourself introducing Wyatt and Owen to your parents?”
    God no.
    She interprets my expression correctly. “I thought so,” she says. “It all seems like fun and games, but people can get hurt. The world is not used to three people in a relationship.”
    “I think you’re getting way ahead of yourself here.” Jasper’s fur feels warm and soft under my fingers, and he purrs as I pet him. “I’m not getting into a relationship with them. I’m just going to dinner.”
    Bailey gives me a knowing look. “Just be careful. There’s no shortage of guys in New York. You don’t have to pick something so complicated.”
    I’d like to be angry at Bailey, but she’s absolutely right. I can’t see myself introducing Wyatt and Owen to my parents. Even imagining their reaction makes me shudder. Well-behaved Southern women definitely do not date two men at the same time.
    Then I look once again at the card in my hand. You’re special to us.
    “You know something, Bails?” My voice is soft, but I’m more certain than I’ve ever been. “I’m not good at standing up to my parents, and I admit that the idea of telling them makes me want to throw up. But you know what I’m sure of? I’m going on that date tomorrow night.”
    Bailey grins widely. “In that case, in the immortal words of my roommate, go forth and fornicate.”
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    I t’s pouring rain Sunday evening. It’s a good thing the restaurant is almost empty because I’m so nervous that my hands shake as I cook. A couple of times, I almost send out a dish without seasoning it. Finally, Josef’s had enough. “Chef Jackson,” he says exasperatedly, “You should leave early and get some rest.”
    Rest is not what I’m planning on getting, my friend.
    “Do you mind?”
    He shakes his head. “There’s just three tables here,” he says. “We’re less than an hour from closing. We’re done for the night.”
    I don’t protest. I don’t want to show up at Owen’s condo smelling like fried chicken. If I leave now, I’ll have time to go home, shower and change into something sexy.
    I can’t believe I’m actually going on a date.
    With two guys, a voice inside me whispers. Slut.
    A wonderfully hot shower later, I’m calmer. I know Owen and Wyatt well enough to know that nothing will happen if I don’t want it to. For the moment, I’ve even silenced the condemning voice in my head. I dress in a purple sundress that’s been pushed all the way to the back of my wardrobe, and I head out.
    Even though it’s stopped raining, I opt to take a cab to Owen’s building. I’ve been on my feet all day, and I’m fighting exhaustion. This is why you don’t date, I remind myself. But I can’t stop the prickle of excitement skittering up my spine.
    Owen’s building is a five-story brick mid-rise in the Upper West Side, with a