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The redhead mistress of Reggie’s domain was wary.
“Just a pleasant evening. You’re being paranoid if you think there’s something more,” her husband informed her. “You’re a suspicious woman.” He shook his head as he walked away.
Of course she was suspicious, the smirk on his face was diabolical, and he whispered things to Helena and the cook, and interrupted conversations the minute she arrived in the room. If nothing fiendish was about, he was certainly making it appear so. For once, she wished that his intrigue was not so sexually arousing. It was terribly distracting.
The four sat for dinner, with Reggie as dashing as his wife had ever seen him, power exuding from every pore. The smiled that appeared, that like all the other odd things that went on the days before this simple dinner, frightened her.
Alex looked as cornered as Jocelyn felt though she was stunning, her long blonde hair scattered wildly about her shoulders, her blue eyes demure and guarded. Jocelyn’s guest for the evening was as intimidated by the gathering as she was. Will, on the other hand, like his counterpart, was as charming and amicable as usual. And for the first time in their association, an unexpected rush of lust in Jocelyn accompanied the friendly welcoming hug she gave her best friend’s husband.
Why now, she wondered, when not before?
Halfway through the orange glazed duck, Will looked up from his plate. “So how was the Hampton Court this afternoon?”
“What?” Alex asked.
“The seedy dive where you two checked in for the better part of the day?” he reminded them.
“How would you know about that?” Alex said, trying not to look too surprised.
“Does it matter?” Reggie asked.
“Yes it matters,” Jocelyn interjected, barely able to maintain her cool. What pains they’d taken to keep their affair completely private—on purpose no less—only to be discovered again?
“Maybe the truth is written all over your faces,” he answered her. “A simple answer to Will’s question is in order.”
“And why’s that?” Jocelyn asked. She was on the offensive while Alex sat back trying not to tremble.
“If we’re expected to be civil about your affair,” Will said, “the least you could do is supply us with details.”
“Tell you what?” Jocelyn snapped. “You two ghouls want to sit on the sidelines and watch us make love?”
“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me,” Will said.
“You’re just jealous,” Jocelyn said, glaring at him hotly.
“My you have a tempe
r,” he replied.
“I don’t call this temper,” Jocelyn retorted.
“But you do like to be in control,” Will pointed out.
The air between them screamed of confrontation, something no one expected—like a desert storm popping up out of an arid blue sky. The two had hardly ever talked, let alone quarreled.
“If you have to know…”Alex interjected, drawing her husband’s glance away from their impatient hostess, “Today, Jocelyn tied me spread-eagle to the bed and spanked me with your leather spanker.” Will seemed fascinated by the thought.
“She does that often?” he asked.
“It wasn’t the first time,” she replied.
“Ah,” he smirked. “Does it alleviate some of the guilt?”
“Guilt. I’m not feeling guilty,” Alex answered.
“And you don’t lie very well either,” he assured her.
“But I don’t!” she insisted.
