Wynta
She stood looking at him with a raised eyebrow, though he never looked at her at all, was trying to play ignorant, she supposed, she did roll her eyes this time. But she could play this game as well. She picked up those photos as she sat in the chair he’d waved her to a moment ago, directly across from him and leaned back casually, making herself comfortable.
Where she looked at each photo, one at a time as she moved through them all, there were a dozen men there. She smiled as she looked at them, a slight tilt to her head, and allowed her eyes to not only roam over their faces but their physics as well. They were all pictures from the waist up.
As she moved one, she noticed there was writing on the back of it and turned it over, and found there were actual details about the men.
