CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into the situation, but he was sitting across the room, watching Graham slowly unbutton Ann's blouse. He hadn't seen Ann and Graham since he'd moved out of the apartment across the hall from them.
He sipped his drink and wrestled with himself. The front door was right there. Probably he should just get up and walk out. Somehow, though, he didn't think that was what they expected him to do. They knew he was there. Dinner hadn't been served yet. Ann and Graham had started cuddling and necking during cocktails. Gradually, it had grown more and more intimate. Ann had eased her hand into Graham's lap and gripped the bulge of his erection as he began to unbutton her chic blouse. Now the blouse was spread back and showed the slope of one br
