Free A Very Menage Christmas by Jennifer Kacey

Chapter One
     
    “Jesus, Skye, put your coat back on. This is an apartment
building, not a strip club!”
    I stood outside my boyfriend Payton’s door in four-inch
strappy red heels and nothing else. It was my last hurrah to save our
relationship before calling it quits.
    “It’s not a monastery either but it sure changed into one.”
It damn sure wasn’t what I’d signed up for.
    Was showing up covered in nothing but a trench coat extreme?
Probably. And shedding the coat in the hall right outside his door drastic?
Especially with my last name being Weston? Definitely.
    Forcing the issue of our sex life went against my common
sense. If anyone found out I’d disrobed in a public hallway, I’d be disowned.
    All the effort was evidently a complete waste. Payton
scrambled on the ground like a bug to grab the material lying in a pool at my
feet. He couldn’t wrap it around me fast enough. I barely got my arms shoved
into the sleeves before he yanked it closed, glancing up and down the hallway.
He was so far away from alpha male he wasn’t even recognizable on the
Cro-Magnon chart.
    “Good grief, Payton. I’m just trying to spice up our sex
life. You act so damn uninterested. I’m not a supermodel but I’m no two-bagger.
What’s up with you? Are you sleeping with somebody else?”
    A shocking pause chased the echo of my voice down the
hallway and back until it landed in the pit of my stomach.
    “You rat bastard!” I turned to leave, knotting the belt on
my coat, but he caught my elbow.
    “Now hold up, Ms. High and Mighty. You didn’t let me
answer.”
    I jerked away and glared. This was exactly what I should
have expected from one of the “nice young men” my elitist parents approved of.
“You’re guilty. You can’t even look me in the eye.”
    “What do you expect?”
    “You want a fucking list? Hmm, let’s start with honesty,
trust, fidelity…” I ticked them off, starting with my thumb, ending on my
middle finger. Which was about to get a workout.
    “You’re one to talk about fidelity.”
    “Me?” I counted to ten to keep my voice from creeping higher
and higher along with my volume. If luck was on my side, his neighbors wouldn’t
be home. The last thing I needed was an audience—or, God forbid, the paparazzi
getting wind of a scandal.
    I should have realized sooner the relationship was FUBAR. It
was abundantly clear, given the fact I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything
but anger.
    In case anyone lurked around the corner, I took a step
closer, right in Payton’s self-righteous pie hole. “I have never cheated on
you. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my life. Not once. So don’t you dare
accuse me of something you know for damn sure never happened.”
    I’d thought about it. Fantasized about being sandwiched
between his neighbors Jackson and Nick but never acted on it.
    Good thing he didn’t know I used to help out at a BDSM club.
    “It’s your fault anyways.” He’d been flapping his gums but I
only tuned in at the very end.
    The blood rushing past my ears subsided below flood stage
but steam should have been pouring off my crimson hair. He was about to see
exactly what a redhead’s temper looked like.
    “You can’t keep your dick in your pants and it’s my fault?
I’m the one who’s been trying to liven up our sex life while you talk about
having a big meeting the next day, or a headache. You might as well say it’s
your fucking time of the month.”
    “You’ve got a mouth like a truck driver—”
    “A few weeks ago you said I had a mouth like a Dyson. I
didn’t hear any complaints about it then.”
    “Why does everything have to be about sex with you?”
    “It doesn’t. But I like sex. Going without for over a month
sucks. Forgive me for suggesting some things.”
    “Spanking you? Tying you up? Those are your suggestions?”
    “You didn’t mind my offer to paint your wang with chocolate
sauce and lick it off. Amazing how interested you were when the