I feel uncomfortable, standing there like a Duke, lustful eyes attentive to all my nervousness. Sure, it makes me feel hot and sexy, but also self-conscious too. I feel they're mentally undressing me and it's wrong. I'm not meant to be looked at like that. I'm not a cheap product, neither am I getting auctioned off. I'm sensitive to attention and I've never known why.
“Damn, those jeans got some c***s on freeze mode,” Jamie says beside me. “You look f*****g sexy... No wonder they're salivating!”
There's a trace of a smile in his tone and I can't help but wonder how he enjoys this. Why is he so excited? Everyone around us were indulged in one s****l activity or the other. He was supposed to find this disgusting!
“Now darling, let's go get a few drinks to set you up,” he pulls me towards
