JettI caught her staring. There were plenty of women who did that to me. They’d check me out like I was a meal, eyes raking over my body and lingering on parts they particularly liked or were wondering about. My package was of particular interest for a number of women and their eyes would linger on my crotch, imagining what might be there.
Which was why I might have dismissed the woman who’d just come out to the patio. Women stopped and stared; it wasn’t unusual. But her gaze didn’t linger on my crotch or on my muscles. Instead, she took in the whole of me and when her eyes met mine, they lingered. She was captured and it wasn’t just my body that had done it.
I took my own stock of her quickly.
Tight black jeans that encased long, shapely legs. I hoped they looked as good out of the jea
