The conversation grew more intimate, Jack's hand sliding up my thigh. I allowed it, my own hand moving to the buttons of his shirt; the dance of seduction was an old one, but it never changed.
As Jack leaned in for a kiss, I felt the heat of Alex's breath against my neck. "I think it's time for me to join the party," he said, his voice a low growl.
Jack's hand froze on my leg.
I turned to look at Alex, his eyes smoldering with a mix of anger and desire.
The game had just gotten more interesting.
"I don't recall inviting you to the party," I said, my voice as smooth as the whiskey in my glass.
Alex's smirk was cold, but his eyes never left mine. "You didn't have to," he said, sliding into the booth next to me. "I know where to find a good show."
Jack's eyes darted between us, his h
