Uncertainty ate at me. I was here to collect photographic evidence of Elijah’s adultery. What could I do if he insisted that I join in on the fun?
The door to the bathroom slid open then. A woman wrapped in a towel stepped out, it was Whitney.
“Hi, James!” She smiled sweetly at me as she made her way to the couch and sat brazenly on Elijah’s lap without a care for my presence.
My eyes shifted to her subconsciously. She was wearing nothing but a towel. The towel kept the important parts hidden from sight while exposing a vast expanse of creamy skin. I found myself staring at her long, shapely legs.
Honestly, she was quite attractive.
“Don’t you want to have some fun with Whitney too?” Elijah laughed. He had caught me staring at Whitney.
I flushed instantly and looked away. The embarra
