Liam’s POV
As I stepped inside our bedroom, the sight before me almost knocked the air out of my lungs. Olivia was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a fiery red dress that barely covered anything. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, the slit high enough to tempt the devil himself, and her neckline—well, let’s just say it left very little to the imagination.
She tilted her head slightly, eyes glittering with mischief, and stood up with a slow, flirtatious sway of her hips. Every step she took screamed seduction, her gaze locked on mine like a predator stalking prey.
“Look…” she whispered, her voice dripping with playful arrogance, “your wife is here… almost without a dress.”
Then she fluttered her lashes—closing and opening her eyes dramatically like she was in s
