Bonnie searched the house for Carl but didn't find him. As she walked out of the bedroom, frowning, she took out her phone, intending to call Carl. But when she looked up, she froze. There, sitting shirtless on her living room sofa, was James, his muscular body fully exposed before her—his long legs, firm abs, and arms with defined muscles that could be faintly seen...
Her face immediately flushed, and she stopped dialing Carl's number, protesting angrily,
"Wh-what are you doing taking off your shirt?"
Was this man trying to seduce her all the time? This morning in his lounge, he pulled this same stunt, and now again? Did he have some kind of exhibitionism fetish or something?
James, with his legs crossed, leaned back with an innocent look, spreading his hands in a gesture of surrender,
"My shirt got completely soaked just now. Are you telling me I should keep wearing wet clothes? I could catch a cold, you know?"
