Love Me More

Chapter Five

“That was awesome.”

Gavin and Melina were just finishing dinner. They’d stopped on their way home from Duncan and Kylie’s and bought mussels and crab legs, and a bottle of Chardonnay. Melina had steamed the mussels in some of the wine and tomatoes, broiled the crab legs and tossed together a Caesar salad. They dipped crusty bread into the last of the juices of the mussels and finished off the rest of the Chardonnay.

“It was good,” she replied, placing her empty wineglass on the table. “But you know what? I’d really like more wine.”

“Want me to go get some?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind. I’ll do the dishes while you’re gone.”

Helluva deal. He didn’t mind skipping out to the wine store nearby if it got him out of dish duty. It only took him about twenty minutes to drive there, grab a bottle of something that looked decent—not too cheap, not too expensive—and get back home.

When he got back home and opened the door, he smelled vanilla and cinnamon. Nice. Melina must have lit a candle or something. The kitchen was clean, lights off, and when he strolled into the living room at first he thought it was dark and empty, too. Then he saw Melina on the couch. But she wasn’t alone. He blinked.

Abby.

He blinked again.

“Hi, Gavin,” Abby said.

“Uh…hi, Abby.” It would be rude to say “What are you doing here?” but that was the question that jumped into his mind. He hadn’t seen Kylie’s cousin since that night… He swallowed.

Candles flickered on the coffee table, the warm scent of vanilla more intense as he walked into the room. Melina stood up. The subtle candlelight glimmered off the ivory satin robe she wore. The robe brushed the floor, covered her from shoulders to toes, but where it gapped open above the belt tied at her waist he saw ivory satin and lace cupping her full breasts.

He swallowed. “What’s going on?” He looked from Melina to Abby, sitting on the couch.

“Why don’t we open that wine and pour us all a glass?” Melina approached him and took the brown paper bag from him. Abby smiled at him from the couch. She was in a black tank top with some glittery logo on the front and a black leather mini-skirt, slender legs bare and crossed. A black stiletto shoe dangled from one foot.

He dragged his eyes away from her and back to Melina. “Come,” she said with a smile, and led the way to the kitchen.

She flicked on only the light over the stove, picked up the corkscrew and handed it to him. “You can open it.” She pulled the wine out of the bag.

“What’s going on, Mel?” he repeated. Did he miss something earlier? Something about Abby coming over? Why the hell would she be here? It’s not like they were best friends with her. Remembering seeing her and Melina naked together made him feel like he’d drunk the whole bottle of wine at dinner, not one glass.

She smiled at him and motioned for him to open the bottle. He did so automatically.

“I invited her over,” Melina told him, her voice soft and sexy. “And we’re going to seduce you.”