Before long, Aurora strutted downstairs, a bottle of red wine swinging in her grip. With Amy in the mix, Anirudh kept his eyes off the stairs, playing the good boy while waiting for her to roll up.
Aurora parked herself across from him, next to Amy, who'd already laid out the corkscrew and wine glasses like a pro.
"This is my prized stash—'84 Royal Brandy, legit stuff you can't snag anymore. You're damn lucky, kid!" Aurora grinned at Anirudh, popping the cork with a flourish.
Anirudh flashed a grin but kept mum. Lucky? I'm trash with booze—fancy or not, it's all tap water to me. Except water doesn't floor you, and this will. Real luck? All three of them tangled up in bed tonight.
Fat chance he'd say that—just bobbed his head a bit.
Aurora cracked the wine open quick and poured for the trio. Anirudh gripped his glass but held off, watching Aurora and Amy swirl theirs like they were in some classy flick. Both were stunners—especially Aurora, rocking that barely-there sexy fit, glass in hand, elbow on the table, dripping with vibe.
"What's with the swirling?" What really threw him was why they weren't chugging or clinking—just twirling like it was a ritual.
"Heh, this is '84 primo wine—you swirl it to wake it up, let the booze dance with the air. That's when it hits its peak!" Amy broke it down, all patient big-sis style.
"Oh," Anirudh muttered, giving his glass a clumsy swirl.
"Alright—to our first three-way dinner, cheers!" Aurora smirked at his attempt, lifting her glass. Amy matched her, and Anirudh clinked along, then tipped it back like they did.
Aurora and Amy sipped all dainty, but Anirudh? He slammed it—bam. A sweet kick rolled over his tongue, that thick aroma sticking around like a damn good memory.
"Hell of a wine…" He barely drank, knew squat about it, but couldn't hold back the props.
"Then pound a few more!" Aurora grinned, topping him off.
"Too much'll tank me!" Anirudh yelped.
"You're still standing, aren't you?" Aurora hit him with a duh look. Anirudh sighed—women, man—and grabbed his chopsticks, tearing into the food.
Aurora smirked, letting it slide, and dug in too. They shot the breeze here and there, sipping between bites. A quick meal dragged into an hour-plus, the bottle polished off. Weird thing? Anirudh just felt a light buzz—no blackout vibes. What's the deal? My limit jump? Or was that wine weak sauce?
Clueless that red wine sneaks up like a ninja.
Eyeing the table's scraps, he clocked neither Aurora nor Amy budging to clear it. They waiting for me to play maid? I'm the guest—guests don't scrub plates!
But with no moves from them, Anirudh rolled up his sleeves, ready to dive in. Fine, I ate their grub—dishes ain't the end of the world.
"Forget it—the maid'll sort it later. I'm wiped, crashing upstairs. Amy, if you're free, drag Anirudh out for a walk!" Right as he grabbed a plate, Aurora popped up, dropped that gem, and sashayed upstairs—tossing him a wink that could melt steel. His brain locked on one track: crash fast, wait for Amy to zonk out, then hit Aurora's room for another taste. That fresh sex high? Pure crack.
"Head's spinning—gonna crash early too!" Before Amy could pipe up, Anirudh bolted upright, itching to roll.
Amy's eyes dimmed with a quick pout. Real talk—she dug Anirudh. Smooth talker, hot, and a scrapper to boot—guy screamed safe. She'd banked on vibing tonight, but sleep?
Still, host vibes—she couldn't strong-arm him into a stroll, especially with that woozy look screaming too much wine. "Alright, third floor's Aurora's spot. Mine's second floor, right side—you're on the left!"
"Thanks, Amy…" Anirudh let out a victory breath, charging upstairs. By then, Aurora hit the second floor. He glanced up—prime view under her gown. She spun, checked Amy wasn't peeking, pointed at herself, then up, then him, before strutting to the third floor.
Anirudh caught the drift—catch you up there, stud.
Heart doing cartwheels, he stormed the second floor, flung open the left room, and crashed inside. Basic guest setup, but loaded with the essentials. He peeled off his gear in a flash, hit the shower for a quick rinse, then flopped on the bed. Game plan: wait out Amy's lights-out, then sneak to the third floor. Aurora's smoking-hot curves flashed in his head—boom, instant hard-on, tenting the sheets. What's she cooking up tonight?
Click… Door creaked open. Amy's cute mug slid into view. Anirudh damn near jumped—what's she pulling?