“You’re only involved,” he replies, leaning closer so no one else can overhear us. “Because my little fantasy involves watching someone with my wife, and you’re literally the only person on earth I would trust enough to do that.” “Do you hear yourself?” I reply in a low whisper, leaning closer. “You’re asking me to sleep with Isabel.” Then, point-blank with his stoic eyes focused on mine, he asks, “Do you want to?” And I’m rendered speechless.
