Chapter 1: Introduction
Jonas stood by the stove, stirring his famous mushroom and red wine pasta sauce as his thoughts circled around Susan, his best friend's ex-girlfriend. He and Mike had gone to school and worked together since then, forging a friendship that had become a staple in Jonas's life. So, of course, sleeping with Mike's ex would be a betrayal - a jerky move at best.
But honestly, he'd always wanted to touch those luscious, voluptuous breasts of hers. God, just thinking about them had him stirring his pasta sauce a bit too vigorously, causing the blasted wooden spoon to splatter sauce around the kitchen.
"Damnit!" he muttered, annoyed with himself.
At that moment, he heard the doorbell. He put the spoon down and wiped his hands on a towel, pausing for a second to compose himself. Jonas glanced in the mirror and smoothed down his hair.
Taking a deep breath, he went to open the door. There stood Susan, wearing a deep-V red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It teasingly showed a hint of her cleavage. Jonas could feel his throat go dry and his cock begin to stir just by looking at her.
"Susan, please come in." He mustered a confident tone, trying to act normal, but the heat between them was palpable.
Susan sashayed in, tossing her hair back, her eyes locked with Jonas.
"Thanks, I wouldn't miss this for the world."
Jonas could barely focus on preparing the food. He tried small talk, asking her about work, but every glance at her plunging neckline made him lose track of the conversation. With each sip of wine, Susan looked more and more irresistible. He wanted to feel her softness, to breathe her in, but, no; he couldn't betray his best friend.
They eventually moved to the living room. The vintage record player spun sultry jazz tracks as they sat on the worn couch, Jonas across from Susan.
The corner of his lips tugged upward, and his heart skipped a beat, grappling with the tension building between them. Her perfume intoxicated him, and her legs shifted, drawing his attention to her inner thighs, exposed ever so slightly between her dress and crossed limbs.
"Jonas," she murmured, her eyes flickering toward him, sapphire blue drowning in desire, "I can't deny the way I've always felt. And it looks like you feel the same."
His flush deepened, and he couldn't refute her charge.