Jean-Marc Puts His Plan Into Execution

Jean-Marc seduces women like he breathes. Smooth. He made a call to Joss, the poor bastard already sweating bullets over his wife’s wandering eyes. Told him she needed to come by. Urgent matter. But the moment Margot stepped through his door, words took a back seat. He’s waiting for her inside the jacuzzi, steam curling around his shoulders, plans already working behind that smirk. One look and she knows—conversation is off the table.