For all intents and purposes, this was a business meeting. A small, intimate, completely sinful sell-your-soul kind of meeting, but a meeting with terms and negotiating nonetheless. They had chosen the intimate cafe a few blocks down from their house to talk over a coffee. Well, his coffee. She ordered nothing but sat down across from him and unwrapped a small, cherry sucker from her purse. This was a battle and she was armed. Their back corner booth was relatively private with only the tops of the heads of other patrons visible over his shoulder.
She popped the sucker in her mouth, kicked off a sandal, and rested the side of her foot against his calf. He picked up his coffee and waited for her to begin.
“I’m willing to find a third playmate,” she began, speaking around the lolly. “But I have three conditions.” She let the cherry flavor swirl in her mouth before letting it slip out with a slight *pop* from the seal of her lips. His eyes glanced at her mouth, but then slid over to his Americano. He shrugged.
“Name them, and we’ll see.”