Evan pulled into his driveway and parked in the garage. After clicking the remote to close the garage door behind him, he checked the time. He had twenty minutes left to shower before his guest arrived at 8 PM.
Hurrying inside, he placed his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter before going into his bathroom and stripping off his sweaty workout attire. He turned the shower faucet on and waited for the water to warm up. Usually, when anticipating a guest, he would be tidying up at the last minute, but in this case, his house was already clean because he just moved in one week prior.
Evan quickly showered and dried off before pulling on a pair of jeans and a fitted blue tee shirt. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped the steam off with a washcloth. Staring at his blue eyes in the mirror, he ran a comb through his hair while admiring his tan. “The Florida sunshine certainly benefits me more than the dreary Michigan weather ever did,” he said to himself as he picked up his toothbrush, smeared toothpaste onto it, and began brushing his teeth.
At 7:32 PM, the doorbell rang.
Evan spit his toothpaste into the sink and wiped the remnants down the drain. He hurried to the living room and looked around to make sure everything was orderly, then made his way down the hallway to his front door and opened it, expecting to see a gorgeous brown-haired woman with long waves. Instead, he was greeted by a blonde with a short, stylish bob.
“Amanda?” Evan stated, utterly confused by his ex-girlfriend, who was standing in front of him.
Amanda’s blue eyes and button nose complimented her newly cut hair. She wore a form-fitted, black dress that reached just above her knees and showed off her curvy frame. She was the only blonde that Evan had ever dated, except when they were dating, her hair hung just above her elbows.
“Why do woman always cut their hair after a breakup?” Evan flatly asked while taking a step back and motioning her inside.
“You don’t like it?” Amanda frowned. She remained still.
Evan reached out, taking her hand in his, and offered her a gentle squeeze. “You look beautiful.”
Amanda, seemingly relieved, grinned with flushed cheeks. “Can I come in, then?”
“Listen, I have plans tonight. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you were coming over. Quite honestly, I’m surprised that you’re here, and a little confused. I didn’t think that you wanted to see me anymore.”
“Evan, I’m your guest tonight.”
Evan’s brows narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I know how to find your online profile, remember?”
“Yeah, of course, I remember.”
Evan’s thoughts turned to four months prior when he walked into his apartment to find Amanda sitting at his computer, crying. He couldn’t see what she was looking at, but he could only assume that she found his profile on dontaskdonttell.com.
At first, she was pissed, rightfully so. Nevertheless, she told him that she loved him and wasn’t ready to give up on their relationship.
“If this is something that turns you on, maybe I can participate. But we have to be honest with each other,” Amanda had said one night.
Evan was impressed. He had belonged to the website for five years. At that time, Evan had three girlfriends, none of which he told about it. He and Amanda had been dating for only six months at the time, so he was surprised to hear she was open to that lifestyle; the swing lifestyle.
“If you’re sure about this, okay. I’ll set something up.”
Two days later, Evan and Amanda had arrived at a modern, beachfront mansion. Florida palms scattered across the beautifully landscaped property, swaying in the ocean breeze. Evan had parked between a red corvette and a white decked out Highlander. He felt inferior with his blue Honda civic.
They watched two couples walk up the elaborate stone entryway and enter the home without knocking.
“Do you think they’re regulars?”
Evan had sensed concern coming from Amanda as he shifted the Honda’s gear into park. Reaching out to squeeze her arm, he asked, “are you sure you want to do this?”
Amanda had moved her gaze from the house to Evan, nodding skeptically. “Yes, let’s go.”
Evan had stepped out of his car, walked to the passenger side, and opened the door for Amanda. She was breathtaking, with long, blonde waves and curves in all the right places. She wore a red, form-fitted dress with nude heels.
“Do I look okay?” she had asked, outwardly uncomfortable.
“You’re beautiful. Let’s go if you’re sure about this.”
She had hesitantly grabbed Evan’s hand, and together they entered the enormous, beachside mansion. Had they known what the evening had in store for them, they surely would not have gone.