Leasing Love: A #GeekLove Contemporary Ménage Romance (Your Ad Here Book 2) by Allyson Lindt

sides of the same coin. Refined, flipped to carefree.
    Until now, he hadn’t put much though into the reality of the situation. What if the three of them didn’t get along? Did they have anything in common? Did that matter if it was just sex? Questions without answers. However, the more the idea lingered, the more powerful the images it summoned. Watching Chloe make out with another woman. Stripping her down. Burying himself to the hilt inside her, while she and Chloe explored each other.
    His pulse roared in his ears, and his cock strained against his jeans. He needed to dial that back.
    “Boop.” Chloe reached across the table and tapped his nose, jarring him back to the now. “You’re staring.”
    “I absolutely am.” He gave them both another glance, and then took a long drink of ice water to cool his heated blood.
     
    *
     
    “So… You work together. Did you meet before or after you got your jobs?”
    Chloe wasn’t sure how much to offer. Answering that question could go on a lot longer than Liz probably realized. “After,” Chloe said.
    “That’s it?” Liz’s question had a teasing lilt.
    Jordan leaned in. “If you ask a binary question… Seriously though, how long do you want to be here tonight? There’s a lot of story to tell.”
    “Start at the beginning and leave out the boring bits,” Liz said.
    “There are no boring bits.” Chloe could do storytelling with an open invitation like this. “We were young. Starving artists, struggling to make our way in the world.”
    Jordan gave a fake cough. “We weren’t starving. We were both fresh out of high school, still living at home, and sifting through college acceptances and student-loan paperwork.”
    “What he said.” Chloe was glad he joined in. It was more fun when they bounced the words off each other. “This little gaming company decided to step outside the box and ditch their distributor. They wanted to give censors the finger and were bringing on fresh talent, to help.”
    Their waiter interrupted, to see if they were ready to order. Chloe hesitated over getting something alcoholic to drink, but if she was going to make a fool of herself tonight, she wanted to be sober. Drink orders in hand, the guy left them alone again.
    Liz shifted her position, to lean halfway against the wall, which had her facing both of them. “That was Rinslet?”
    “They were Cord at the time.” Chloe plucked out the highlights of that transition. The hostile takeover of the company. Losing her job. Watching Jordan work for the enemy.
    Liz grinned. “I know them. Zach Johnston and Scott Evans.”
    “McAllister.” Chloe relaxed more as the conversation continued. She’d worried this evening would go bad, and psyched herself out for no reason. This conversation was pleasant and Liz was easy to talk to.
    Liz waved a hand. “Right. I’d heard that. Mercy’s older brothers butted heads with them in high school. Hated Zach. Always lost to him in debate meets. My dad did advertising for the Evans Motor Group.”
    “Yup. That’s Zach,” Jordan said. “Question, Liz.”
    “Sure.”
    “Chloe is going to smack me for this, but if all you rich Utah people know each other, how come you didn’t know who George Debson was?”
    Liz’s cheer vanished, and she paled the way she had yesterday, while talking to Stew.
    “You’re right.” Chloe glared at him. “I am going to smack you. What the hell?”
    Jordan shrugged. “Everyone’s talking about it. We get it out of the way, and then the question isn’t distracting anymore.”
    “The question wasn’t distracting to begin with.” Chloe didn’t dwell on the curiosity Stew’s questions raised last night. She wished now she’d kept the story from Jordan. At least those details. Except keeping anything from him felt wrong.
    Liz fiddled with her ring finger, the way she did in the bar. “He’s right. I’d rather have the information out there. It’s not as if it’s a secret, and anything that’s