Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty
That was it—she was forcing him to use every remaining brain cell in his body to process basic bodily functions as every red blood cell rushed to his groin. He couldn’t stop raking her body with his eyes. He couldn’t stop eating her with his retinas.
She was some kind of Matt magnet. Her entire appearance was luscious and her eyes—as he got closer he saw the kindness, the sweetness in them he had seen in the diner and there was that beauty, a full body, full-fledged gorgeousness about her that made him hard instantly.
“Stupid business casual,” he muttered to himself, mouth tilted away from his phone. He was wearing the kind of pants where his arousal could become very obvious.