I took Helen by the hand, and we walked into it; the lawyer immediately took a deep breath, and a gentle smile overtook her features. She could have requested anything to eat from Camille, spent a whole day out by the pool… literally anything available to her. I did…”
Her slate-grey eyes caught sight of something in the doorway, and she did a double-take, her words dying on her tongue. “She’s been working out with Tara,” I said. “Roger’s gone. Her hips rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her. The reluctant submissive followed as Helen stumbled backward and hit the edge of the bed. The sight was a palpable concoction of adorable and sexy. Helen’s shirt was already discarded on the couch, and her bra strap was hanging off one shoulder. Her suitemate, Tamara, assumed she had spent the night at a lover’s place or perhaps returned home.”
“Do you think Roger has her?”
“I can’t say for sure,” Henry said, sounding pensive.
