Lisa’s shirt hit the floor, her breasts bouncing as she pulled her pants off, standing bare and confident.
“So,” she purred, her eyes flicking between Tom and Jordan, “who’s first?”
Tom’s wicked grin widened, his gaze locked on her. “You think you can just walk in and call the shots? Prove you’re capable.”
“Oh, I will.” She turned to me, her smirk sharp. “Claire, sit back. Watch how it’s done.”
My stomach twisted, jealousy sparking inside me. I pulled the sheet over myself, heart pounding, as Lisa sauntered toward Tom. Jordan stood still, his eyes on me.
“Claire,” Jordan said, voice low, “you okay with this?”
I wasn’t. But Lisa’s threat hung heavy— my family, our friends, our life exposed.
“Just… do what you have to,” I muttered.
Tom grabbed Lisa’s wrist, yanking her against him.
