Chapter 2The Wife Swap That Burned Them

"Let's go," Luke urged, grabbing his keys.

"Okay," I murmured, checking my lipstick one last time before following him down the elevator.

The moment we stepped out of the building, I felt a heavy, burning gaze lock onto me. Standing by a sleek black SUV was Trey. He was tall, heavily built, with a raw, athletic frame and a magnetic intensity that made the air feel thick. When his eyes swept over my body, a sudden, nervous heat flushed through my skin.

Even though I had resolved not to participate, knowing he was the man Luke had chosen for me sent a strange, involuntary shiver down my spine.

Trey didn't look away when he caught me watching him. Instead, he flashed a slow, predatory grin, his teeth white against his dark skin.

"You look beautiful, Olivia."

My cheeks burned, and I struggled to find my voice. Fortunately, Luke chimed in, saving me from having to answer.

"Babe, you ride shotgun," Luke said, already opening the back door and sliding in.

I hesitated, looking at Trey, who was holding the passenger door open for me. As soon as I buckled my seatbelt, a sharp, dripping voice cut through the quiet of the car from the backseat.

"Is that really all you have to show off, sweetie? I expected more."

I glanced in the rearview mirror. Tasha, Trey’s wife, was sitting next to Luke, her posture rigid as she pointedly adjusted her own low-cut top.

I had purposely gone braless beneath the silk dress to see if Luke would show even a shred of possessiveness. He hadn't. But Trey had certainly noticed when I leaned in to buckle up, and Tasha’s sharp tongue was born out of pure jealousy.

"I don't see any issue with it, Tasha," I said smoothly, looking back at her. "We're all here to have a good time, aren't we? Might as well put on a show."

"Don't go easy on the exhibitionist, Trey," Tasha snapped, her eyes narrowing as she targeted her husband. "Show her how we do things."

Trey let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his eyes darting toward me with a quiet amusement. "Consider it done, baby."

"And don't you worry, Tasha," Luke chimed in, his hand sliding onto her knee in the rearview mirror. "I'll make sure to handle you so thoroughly she'll be the one begging for a turn."

"Thanks, sweetie," Tasha purred, leaning into his touch.

I turned back to the road, my face frozen in a polite mask, though my chest felt tight enough to burst. Luke actually believed he was playing the game, completely blind to the hollow ache he was leaving in his wake.

For a long stretch, the car was dead silent. I figured the tension would hold until we reached the secluded cabin in the Berkshires, but it was my husband who shattered the peace.

An abrupt, breathless gasp echoed from the backseat.

I adjusted the rearview mirror and caught Tasha quickly dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a tissue. Next to her, Luke was smugly zipping up his jeans, a look of pure, satisfied arrogance on his face.

"Couldn't even wait thirty minutes, Luke?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. "How was she? Better than me?"

Luke’s face flushed red in the mirror. He coughed, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Uh, she was great. Really great."

Tasha glared at him, clearly unsatisfied with the diplomatic answer.

"Actually," Luke quickly added, trying to smooth things over, "you’re both incredible. No comparison."

Tasha rolled her eyes. "I haven't even brought out my best moves yet, Olivia. Just wait until we get to the cabin. We'll see who keeps their man interested."

"I'm not worried," I replied, staring straight ahead.