Page 45 of The Naughty Week

“Head on through and make yourselves comfy. I’ll stock us up on wine. We’ll be needing it.”

Josh and I saunter towards the lounge with our glasses in our hands. I find I’m looking up at him, examining his expression.

“What?” he asks with a smirk.

“You have a real thing for him, don’t you? Like arealreal thing.”

Josh pulls me in and kisses my cheek.

“That’s a truth or dare question, I’d say. Quit it. The proposal hasn’t started yet.”

“What if he asks? In truth or dare, I mean. What if Heath asks what your feelings are towards him?”

We reach the living room and Josh moves the coffee table so it’s closer to the corner sofa. Easy access for all three of us.

“I’m not sure what I’ll say,” he replies. “What is there to say? He’s a great client. I love our time together.”

“That’s not the truth and you know it.”

Josh takes a seat, and pats the cushion beside him.

“Guess I’d better keep taking dares, then. And itisthe truth. He is a great client and I do love our time together.”

Do you love HIM?

Part of me wants to ask him that question myself, truth or dare be damned. I’ve had my suspicions, but it’s becoming so obvious now – emotions simmering as the days move on. And it’s boiling fast.

How the fuck are we going to be feeling by the time we have to take a flight home?

That’sa question I don’t want to be thinking about.

Heath has four bottles of wine with him when he joins us. I’m in the corner seat, and he flops down on my right side once he’s put the bottles on the table. His eyes are mischievous and alive, as though this really is a party game night. And it needs to be. It’s his proposal after all.

“We’ve got too many bottles to go before a spin the bottle just yet,” he laughs. “So, what do we do first? Any suggestions?”

“Would you rather?” I say. “I love that game.”

“Sounds good. Rock, paper, scissors for who goes first?”

Josh wins, as bloody usual. He whacks my scissor fingers with his fist.

He takes a swig of wine while he ponders his question, as though he’s contemplating life itself.

“Heath… would you rather take it up the ass in public, or never be an actor again?”

Ouch. That’s a deep one. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“What?” Josh asks. “This is an authentic games night, right? Let’s hit it right from the off.”

I look at Heath, who leans back against the sofa cushions, his fingers knitted together across his chest.

“What do you mean when you say public, exactly?”

“I mean, you get caught by the paparazzi, being fucked in the ass by a hot stud in a back alley.”

Heath winces. “I wouldn’t particularly want videos of my ass being savaged popping up all over the internet. Hot stud or not.”

“Exactly, genius.” Josh laughs. “That’s the fucking point. Would you rather that than give up your career? What’s it gonna be? Career success or taking a viral slammer online?”