The way he looked at you was attractive in an alarming way. You knew his reason for looking you up and down like you're some sort of prize pig, but still, he was a handsome man, and he was looking at you.

You watched his eyes dart away as his friends started to talk again. It was a lively conversation that he didn't seem to be too thrilled with. You catch him glace over and use the moment to refresh the way your cleavage peeked from your shirt.

He clicked his tongue and looked away.