He watched the rest of the group, including the old woman, group together and talk as they waited for Ben to take them to the motorcycles. Angus waited quietly for a minute before his patience started wearing thin. Spending any more time here than necessary was pissing him off, even if he did get to stare at the eye candy in front of him.
The tattooed girl who had showed them to the class entered the room and Angus watched as Ben explained to her they were all going to have a look at the bikes. She offered to take them and he thanked her before turning his attention to Angus.
With that one look, Angus felt his cheeks heat. The man oozed power and sex. Angus imagined most men—orwomen—fell at Ben’s feet, eager to please him. At any other time, Angus might have been one of them. Not going to happen this time, though. Not here.
Ben moved closer and seemed to be giving Angus the onceover before finally furrowing his brow and sliding into the seat next to Angus.