Holly Hotwife

"Do you find him attractive?" Hana Morris sputters, her mouth just under the water of the hot tub. Michael Morris can see a blush spreading down Hana's face, the redness coloring the space between her cleavage. If he hadn't downed half a bottle of champagne, he would have never asked the question. He would have never considered wanting to know the answer. "He's your boss, " Hana says, which isn't an answer at all.