"You're back early," Jake muttered. He backed away from the woman, his body slackening as the heat of the moment died. Anna’s fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood. She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, fighting the urge to scream.
"You couldn't even take it to a motel?" Her voice was a thin, jagged whisper. She swallowed hard against the lump rising in her throat. "You had to bring it into our bed?"
"Anna, it’s not what it looks like." Jake scrambled for his pants. Beside him, the blonde rolled her eyes, reaching for a lace bra discarded on the rug.
"Why the shock?" the woman asked, sliding a strap over her shoulder. "You're in an open marriage. This is just Tuesday, right?"
"You're both disgusting." Anna’s voice didn't rise, but it turned ice-cold.
"Anna—" Jake started,
