Jason turned and smiled as he quickly scanned her. The young woman, tall, about 5’9”, was wearing probably a size four, slinky, form-fitting black satin dress that was stylish, but yet accentuated her well-defined curves. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and her eyes, oh, those eyes. The color couldn’t be real, they have to be tinted contacts, he thought. No eyes could be so blue. They were bluer than the water he had seen at Trunk’s Bay, on St. John. Maybe even as blue as Bo Derek’s. She was wearing a modest amount of makeup, which was all she should wear, for nothing should detract from those eyes. Her lips were not quite as full and pouty as Angelina Jolie’s, but were just as sensual as Julie Roberts’. She was, Jason was sure, the most beautiful woman
