I grabbed my phone, still half in sleepies to find I’d forgotten to turn it back on after shutting it down during paperwork fun. As it came back to life, it exploded with notifications, most of them from the guys.

Sorry.

I typed in and sent Curtis my apology before even reading their messages or listening to their voice mails. We’d left it at, “Let’s do dinner,” but hadn’t made any formal plans, so my lack of communication was filled with extra rude.

We were worried.

I was going to have to make it up to them, and my wheels started turning with how to do just that when the same message came through from Parker’s phone.

I quickly formed a group text. This two men thing had some communication kinks to work out, but this was a stopgap until I figured it all out. This way we all were in the loop.

I can tell. I had a bad day at work and forgot to turn my phone back on.

I would need to tell them the entire story, and I would, but not until I knew what was happening next.

You should’ve called us. We could have cheered you up

Parker was too sweet, and he was right. They would’ve cheered me up, among other things.

It’s all good. I just need to deal with HR today is all.

Dinner? Curtis asked, probably seeing through my all good bologna.

Dinner for sure. It’s Friday. I expect dancing.

And dancing you shall have, Parker added far too quickly. My attempt to lighten the mood had miraculously turned into me having to show the clumsiest side of myself

I don’t really dance. I was less than graceful and had little rhythm on a good day.

We do. Parker sent back almost instantly.

I envisioned them dancing, slow dancing at that, and naked. I needed to get a grip on that.

You really are ok? Curtis asked when I didn’t respond quickly enough thanks to my naughty daydreaming. Before I could respond, a second text came in with one little word: Here.

I scurried downstairs without a second glance. They were here. I’d interrogate them as to why they’d been so close later. Now? Now, I just wanted to see them.

“You look amazing, as always, but tired.” Curtis greeted me with a kiss on the cheek as Parker gave me a half hug.

“I will rest later. Just come on up while I get ready and then we can dance our feet off.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Parker took my hand, entwining our fingers.

Within twenty minutes, we were out the door, the events of the day pushed down. Tonight was about us, not a jerk of a boss. They somehow managed to find the perfect place for us to spend our date. Dinner had been delicious, the conversation perfect after the rough day I’d had, light and, in many cases, humorous. That said, I was ready to leave, my body craving alone time with the guys. After dancing, that was, or so Curtis reminded me as he whisked me onto the dance floor, Parker in tow.

“People are staring.”

Not that I could blame them. It isn’t often that you see a woman pressed between two men, slow dancing, at least not in this type of establishment.

“They are stunned by your beauty.” Parker kissed the spot just below my ear as he spoke.

“Or they are not used to seeing three people attempting to slow dance,” I offered, making no attempt to end the dance. It felt good, too good, between the men, Curtis leading gracefully across the dance floor.

“I vote jealousy,” Curtis added before rotating us around as the music’s tempo increased.

“Every woman in the place, I’d imagine.”

And with that, the music stopped and a line dance, a freaking line dance of all things, came on.

“Looks like the DJ thinks we should be done for a while.” Parker kissed my neck before giving Curtis a kiss on the lips and making his way back to the table, leaving just Curtis and I standing there, the picture of traditional coupledom.

I pressed my lips to his before taking his hand and following Parker back to our table.

“Check’s taken care of,” Parker announced, cash sticking out of the billfold the waiter must’ve left when we had been dancing.

“Thank you, love.” Hearing Curtis speak freely to Parker like that was one of the things that came out of our time the day before when they let me see their other form. Something solidified with us during that time, something I couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the transparency of us being ourselves with no expectations, or maybe it was the trust that moment entailed forging a bond? Whatever it was, worked for me, and I was ready to take the next step with them.

“Take me home?” I asked, meeker than intended. Where was the confident sex kitten I was trying to channel? Cowering in the corner, fearing rejection, that was where. Everything had fallen into place so well, almost too well, that I feared sex was going to be our breaking point. Maybe they wouldn’t want me the way I wanted them, once they saw what was hidden behind the clothing. Maybe they liked the idea of us all being together more than the actual act. Maybe we’d be bumbling fools, leaving us all without satisfaction.

“As you wish.” Parker held out his arm for me.

“Why do you sound so sad?” I asked as I snuggled in close.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

“He is.” Curtis took my free hand before leaning in close. “He’s just being a spoilt brat.”

“How so?” We made our way out of the restaurant, handing the valet our ticket, before either replied to my question.

“He thought maybe you would come back with us tonight and stay over.”

“That was actually what I meant.” Talk about botching things up.

“Hot damn.” Parker lurched forward to open the car door before it even fully stopped. “Let’s go.”