"Between me and Hilda, who makes you feel better?"
"You. Obviously," Jasper murmured, his voice thick with want. "She's uptight and boring. She couldn't compare to you if she tried."
He kissed Vivienne's cheek, his tone dripping with intimacy. "You like that? Wife?"
The only answer was a pleased moan.
Hilda stood in the shadows, watching it all. Her face betrayed nothing.
Her eyes burned and throbbed. She drew one long breath, then dialed his number.
On the terrace, the two of them were tangled together, mouths locked, when the shrill ring cut through the air.
Neither looked pleased. When Jasper saw the caller ID, a flicker of panic crossed his face.
He glanced at Vivienne, then answered.
Hilda's voice came through low and even, stripped of any readable emotion. "Jasper, I forgive you. When are you coming home? I miss you."
Jasper froze. Instinctively, his eyes darted to Vivienne.
Vivienne pressed herself tighter against him on purpose. He let out a stifled groan and tightened his arm around her waist.
"Hilda, I'm busy right now. Let me call you back later and we'll talk properly, okay?"
"Are you with Vivienne?"