spotted a hot guy and suddenly, her tongue grew thick in her mouth and her words flee her freaking brain. She started to feel like she was a damn thirteen-year-old crushing on the newest boy band member.
Oh, man. Breath-stealing. That hadn’t happened for awhile. Annoying. She hated it. This pathetic reaction from her. No. Not here. Not while at work. Not with a freaking musician.
But the man was beautiful. And not in a singular way. His looks were classic, universally appreciated by everyone who would simply have to agree he was ideally handsome.
Ross was exquisite. He was staring at her, his head tipped, eyebrows raised, and the side of his mouth was tilted up. Was he amused? By her? Perhaps, since he was staring at her. Puzzled by the fact that he noticed her, she wondered why he seemed so amused.
Oh, Ross. He had swarthy, olive-tinted, lovely skin that glowed in a golden hue. His hair was messy and unstyled. Too long on top, it flopped all over his scalp, looking shiny and luxurious above his well-proportioned forehead. His brown hair defied description. Darkish at the roots, with light strands interspersed, and medium streaks and tips. It flipped around his ear and a fringe stuck out like a shelf at his collar. Ross had a boyish appeal, although most of him was not one bit boyish. He had a cocky, alpha, I-am-the-shit attitude.
There were some traits one could educe from a single glance at another. Jody knew in her gut level that this guy was a cocky jerk. She sensed it down to her toes. His overly confident, you-owe-me smirk was repugnant. No smile. Total smirk. Like he couldn’t spare the effort to use all of his mouth. Such a mouth. Oh, dear. She needed to fan herself. He had bow-shaped lips, and a slightly bigger lower one. His teeth hardly showed, just the sexiest amount. His wide nose was straight and it evened out his face. High, sharp cheekbones supported his widely-set eyes and distinctive arched eyebrows that matched his sandy hair.
The jaw was square. Strong. Stupidly statuesque.
She almost rolled her eyes for her total annoyance with herself. This guy? Way too obvious. She didn’t like incredibly hunky guys like him. Way too ordinary for her taste. She spent her time with an outstanding array of talented individuals from the music world and her downtown life in Seattle. She lived for the quirky, interesting, unobvious, and non-traditionally beautiful people she randomly met and had conversations with. People with innovative ideas or viewpoints that were so different, refreshing and new that they could become just as exciting and wonderful and attractive to her. She liked to talk to eccentric and interesting people with unusual things to share. The ones with good looks usually just scrounged off their appearances and never bothered to develop interesting personalities.
Now, here she was being shallow and common. Finding someone instantly attractive just because of a tall, handsome, muscled, man with a cocky vibe. Damn her hormones.
Wearing a t-shirt and scruffy jeans, Ross had the whole careless, casual thing going on. The grungy, haphazard style could make some women’s mouths water and Jody was ashamed of her lustful desires.
Tipping his head a few centimeters, his eyes sparked as they traveled over her face. Ugh. She could feel her skin heating with a blush so hot, it probably released a few sparks. Reacting to him physically with instantaneous lust was not at all what she wanted. No way. His duffel bag was slung over one shoulder and a backpack hung over the other. The casual stride, a long-legged, slow strut was too measured for him not to realize the intended effect he must have expected from those around him. Most especially, women. Young women, old women, women of all ages and occupations. Jody had no doubt. She all but gulped when his smirk faded and a lazy, insolent look changed his expression as his hooded gaze scanned her face. Thoroughly. More heat. More blushing. She only hoped he could not see it.
Jody was not prone to baring her attraction, and never while working.
Surprisingly, although she might flirt, kiss, date, and sex-up outside of work, she never occupied her time doing that at work. She liked parties, bars, dance clubs and people. Lots of people. She might not always be as discerning as she should be. When she flirted, she eagerly advertised her joy in it. With many partners. On weekends mostly. Sometimes weeknights.