I paused for just a second, trying to act as natural and smooth as I could. Marcus wasn't objecting. In fact he was quite clearly staring at my naked t**s.
"Did you do whatever you needed to for the steaks?" I asked nonchalantly. My heart was beating faster. This sexy DILF was ogling my t**s. This was my chance.
"Um, yeah," Marcus responded. His eyes made their way up to my own, and he relaxed back into his chair. I could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he was still nervous.
Good. I wanted him nervous about staring at my boobs. That gave me the power. He was off-balance.
All men were similar. They all had the same buttons you could press to get what you wanted. And I'd been eyeing Marcus up since the first day at the airport. I'd never really thought he was achievable. But no
