My breath caught as I watched him stride confidently toward her. He stopped just inches away, his grin sly. "Mrs. Colby," he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable intimacy. "Why are you so late? I've been dying to see you."
Alexa didn't pull away. She let him slide an arm around her waist, though her expression was cautious. Her eyes darted around, scanning the area for anyone who might be watching. When she seemed satisfied, they were alone, she reached for his hand and clasped it tightly.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that it's your birthday today?" Alexa's voice carried a mix of exasperation and tenderness. Her fingers brushed over the man's hand, her gaze warm and affectionate.
The man chuckled, his lips curling into a self-assured smirk. He tilted his head to look down at her. "How could I? You only ever think about your husband. I wouldn't want to distract you."
The words stung like a whip, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.