My husband called it an anniversary surprise.
I called it the night I found out who I actually was.
He didn't want to touch me. He wanted to watch. He wanted to give the orders. So when I was standing on the cabana deck with my robe on the floor and five strangers at the pool's edge staring at me like they'd been paid to be there —
They had been.
Jake was already in his chair. Fully dressed. He looked at me and said one thing.
Curl your finger.
I did.
They didn't hesitate.
He watched every second. Never looked away. And when it was over, he looked at those men and told them to send their friends.
This wasn't a one-time fantasy.
This was an arrangement.
