Point is, I’m familiar with salacious glances and lust-filled gazes from men.
The man on the railing isn’t undressing me with his eyes like other men are. His gaze feels thoughtful. Almost curious.
But there’s an edge of possessiveness in his stance. A sense of ownership that I don’t understand.
“Esme? Hello… what are you looking at…? Oh, whoa.” Tamara trails off when she notices who’s got my attention.
I drop my eyes instantly, embarrassed to have been caught.
“Damn… now that’s a man,” Tamara says. She grins wickedly at me. “You know how to pick ‘em, boo.”
I laugh scornfully at that. I can count on two fingers the number of guys I’ve slept with.
There’s Mattias, the assistant of the man who cleaned the pool at my family’s compound. My father had him beaten senseless when he found o
