You. Dark hair, chocolate eyes, six foot two. You.
I’ve seen you glancing, glimpsing, looking. I’ve seen you watching, stare unflinching, gaze undressing.
I’ve seen the way your eyes consume my curves, eat up my form. I’ve seen the way they run along my collarbone, around the swell of my breasts, hugging my hips, devouring my legs, my arse, my purring little puss.
I’ve seen the way you shift as I enter the room, the way you lick your lips. I’ve seen the way you teasingly scratch your stomach, fingers trailing down the line of fuzz that leads to the manly musk below.
I’ve seen you too. I’ve noticed you also.
Now what do you plan to do about it?