Blake sits next to me and leans toward me, enough to be in my personal space.
The corner of Jayden’s mouth twitches down. It’s not noticeable unless you’re schooled in the fine art of reading his expression.
Except I have no idea why he’s reacting that way.
If he were playing the role of my husband—which he is—he wouldn’t control his annoyance at Blake’s actions to the point of indifference.
Or maybe Jayden thinks it was an accident and doesn’t want to make a scene—much like the reason I’m not pulling Virginia off him.
“So, have you thought about our little chat from earlier?” Blake asks him.
“Which chat was that?”
“The special rooms in the resort that most guests don’t know about.”
“Have you two participated in BDSM before?” The way Virginia says it, you’d think she was ordering a latte from Starbucks—and not discussing my sex life.
A quick glance at the nearby tables tells me that no one is paying attention to what she said. And if they are, they’re too polite to reveal that her question has them riveted.
“I can’t say that I have.”
Virginia leans across the table as if she’s about to share a state secret with me. “If you’re interested, we’ll be happy to show you the ropes. Both literally and figuratively.”
“Show us the ropes?” I parrot back. Somehow, that sounds like a whole new level of kink than if Jayden and I use the room with just the two of us.
“Thanks for the offer,” Jayden says, “but we’ll pass.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing out on, man,” Blake says. “Your sex life with Isabelle will be so much richer for it.”
Some unnamed emotion flares in Jayden’s eyes. “Our sex life is already fucking phenomenal.” He keeps his voice low so as not to share fictitious insights about our sex life with the rest of the restaurant.
Virginia glances at me for confirmation. I nod at her, grinning. On the outside, it looks like I thoroughly agree with Jayden’s assessment. On the inside, I barely keep from cracking up at her enthusiasm for making sure my sex life isn’t lacking.
And also at the reality—Jayden and I aren’t having sex. Together.
Or in my case, at all these days.
Virginia’s expression switches to happiness for us. Blake appears oddly disappointed.
“Well, if you would like to join us”—her gaze flicks appraisingly at Jayden—“let us know.”
And that’s when something tightens deep in my belly.
They aren’t only interested in teaching us the ropes. They’re swingers.
Virginia is hoping to experience Jayden’s body the same way I supposedly am as his wife, and Blake is hoping to do the same with me…in the same room, at the same time.
Inwardly, I shudder at the thought.
Jayden’s expression darts to Blake and darkens for a microsecond before returning to Virginia.
“Will do,” Jayden casually informs her with a smile that I know is forced—only she and Blake won’t realize that. It takes a close friend to recognize it.
The pair leaves us to our dinner after that. Neither Jayden nor I comment on the strange conversation once they’re gone. We finish our meal, then return to our room to await Connor’s call.
Shortly after we arrive, there’s a knock on the bedroom door.
Jayden and I exchange glances. “Are you expecting anyone?” he asks.
