Page 1 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me: Vol. 1

Chapter One

Don’t Trust Strangers… Even If He’s Hot

“Have you ever had two dicks in you at once?”

I nearly choked on my ramen. “What?”

Jonah stood beside my chair, sleeves pushed to his elbows and blond hair casually messy. His expression was what got me. He was way too serious. “Two dicks. At the same time.”

“I…” I wiped at my mouth. “I just want to eat my lunch, Jonah.” And preferably not wear it as well.

“Hang on.” He scrolled through his phone before holding it out to me. “Check them out.”

I took the phone and saw a photo of two shirtless guys on a boat, arms around each other. Both were hot as hell, with bulging pecs, tanned skin, and sporting washboard abs. “Okay?”

“They’re a married couple,” Jonah said. “And they’re looking for a fun time with a third. They DM’d me a few days ago and asked to meet up. I’m totally down for it, but I’ve never had a threesome with two dudes before. Have you?”

“No. Can’t say that I have.” More than one guy would have to actually be interested in me for that to happen. “But I downloaded an awesome mod for Sims 4 the other day that lets your Sim have wild sex. Like super graphic, nothing blurred. Orgies too.”

“No shit?”

“Yep. My Sim also opened his own strip club and fucked a guy in the bathroom.”

Jonah blinked at me. “You can have a strip club in Sims? How did I not know this?”

I shoveled more noodles into my mouth. “Guess you’re not one of the chosen ones.”

He grinned before putting his hands together and bowing his head. “Teach me your ways, oh great master.”

“I accept offerings of books, muffins, and iced coffee. Only then will I reveal the answers you seek.”

Jonah stole an egg roll from my takeout box and bit into it. “My presence should be payment enough.”

I eyed the egg roll. “That’s my last one, you jerk.”

“Oh? Your last one?” Jonah slowly waved it around before taking another bite. “So good.”

“I hate you.”

“I think I’m gonna do it with those guys. I’ll let you know how it goes.” He winked before shoving the rest of the egg roll into his mouth and leaving the breakroom.

Jonah was a college student working part-time with me at the café. I’d first met him about six months ago when he’d rushed in from the street to get out of the heavy rain. Typical meet-cute for a romance, right? Soaking wet hottie and the coffee-addicted bookworm who came to his rescue. But not really. After setting his backpack at a table and asking for a job application, he had then ordered a hot chocolate to warm up. One flash of his pretty smile and I’d promptly spilled said hot drink all over him.

We laughed about it now, but it was still mortifying. We weren’t exactly besties, but I enjoyed working with him. He was the typical popular guy, and I was the nerdy type who mostly kept to myself.

After finishing my lunch, I cleaned up before returning to the front counter and checking the dessert in the glass case. The café served a small variety of sandwiches and salads but was known for its coffee and pastries. My favorite was the banana nut muffin. Not to brag, but I made some amazing ones.

I dreamed of opening my own café someday. A safe place for people to relax with a delicious coffee and sweet treat while escaping into the pages of a book. A dream was probably all it would ever be.

The front door swung open as two girls walked inside. A spring breeze blew in behind them, rustling the napkins on the counter. One ordered a nonfat vanilla latte, and the other wanted an iced mocha with oat milk.

“Are you going to the festival tonight?” Vanilla asked as they waited.

“Marcus wants to go,” Oat Milk responded. “But I don’t know yet. Isn’t it more for kids?”

Fully aware I was eavesdropping but not caring, I listened as I worked on their drinks. I vaguely recalled hearing something about a spring festival downtown. It had started earlier that day and would go into the night.

“There will be rides, food, and all that good stuff.” Vanilla whipped out her phone, and her fingers moved at lightning speed as she texted. “For kids or not, I don’t care. I want a funnel cake.”