Three Martini Lunch: It's His First Time, But Not Hers

“That never happens in real life…does it?” Dax cut his laugh off right in the middle to give her a long, hard stare, his green-ice eyes going dark as his pupils dilated. “Sarina?”

Sarina took her time answering by sipping her ice-cold martini and savoring the liquor’s crisp bite. She set her glass on the table between them and, instead of replying with words, shrugged. Dax sat back in his chair and ran a hand over his short-cropped black curls. The table rattled.

“It’s just for porn movies.” He sounded unsure. They’d been talking about the plot point in one of their favorite shows, and the conversation had somehow turned to the topic of threesomes.

Sarina shrugged again and dipped a breadstick into the small pot of marinara sauce. She needed fat and carbs to soak up the alcohol already rushing through her system. The first martini had gone way too smooth and way too fast. She’d have to take the second a lot slower.

“Sar,” Dax said insistently.

Finally, she relented. “Yes, it happens in real life.”

“Dang.” He leaned forward, shaking his head. His eyes narrowed, and he met her gaze. “You’ve done it?”

For some reason, this tickled her into a bevy of giggles that bubbled up and out of her. Courtesy of the martinis, maybe, but also her partner’s expression. She and Dax had been friends since middle school, and she’d lost count of how many times over the years she’d somehow managed to stun him...