There was a bulge in his pants. All because of my butt? “That’s what you’re wearing for self-defense lessons?” I looked down at myself. “I don’t have anything else. This is what I wear when I go jogging.” The shorts were tight and ended high up on my thighs, but I didn’t like too much fabric when I ran. “You realize I’ll have to kick every guy’s ass who looks at you the wrong way, right? And looking like that, my men will have a hard time not looking at you the wrong way.” I shrugged. “It’s not my job to make them control themselves.
