“No fair, Vice,” he complained already stepping out his shoes and pulling off his designer-faded t-shirt. He had the sort of physique that was naturally given to skinniness, she thought with envy, and with lean muscles that were reflective of his instrument’s demands. “I want to float with Mirage.” He shoved his jeans off his hips and waded into the pool in his underwear, completely uninhibited by the fact that he wasn’t wearing swimwear.
“Beat you to it, James,” Vice replied with a lazy smirk.
“Hi,” James came to her side of the float and crossed his arms on its edge, grinning up at her with pure cheeky charm. “I am your future husband, James.”
“Does the divine Megan know about your unfaithfulness?” Vice drawled.
“She knows that Mirage is my free pass, and is completely open to a threesome,” James replied with dignity. “You will like her,” he added to Mirage. “She will make us a great mistress.”
“I am sure I will,” Mirage was amused. “When is the wedding?”