Don't Blow My Cover.

The door of the bathroom opens revealing Sandra, she has her white towel perfectly tied across her chest.

The drops of water cascading down her body glistened like liquid diamonds, tracing an intricate map across her sun-kissed skin.

The air in the bathroom had a delicate mix of warmth and moisture wrapping around her like an embrace.

The faint scent of lavender from her shampoo lingered, adding a subtle floral note to the sensory symphony.

As she adjusted her gown by the mirror, she notices that Alex Waynee's box is partly open.

Gazing at the mirror in surprise, the mirror bore a reflection of the open box, exposing a brown file.

'What could that be?' Her thoughts raced.

Quickly she turned, she walked slowly towards the bag, her face etched in bewilderment.

As she was about to pick up the file, "Wait!" The voice of Alex Waynee broke through.

He was just coming out from the bathroom, his white towel perfectly tied around his waist, his perfect masculine physique was a testament to his
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