I didn’t mean to unnerve her, but I couldn’t stop staring at her body. She had curves in all the right places. Her cleavage was spilling out of her small top—one that I admired with a half-lidded gaze—and the hem of it ended just above her navel, where a sliver of tantalizing stomach extended into the waistband of her jeans. Did I mention she has a belly button piercing?
