When he arrived, the cabbie gave Marcus and Connor a weird look, and I didn't blame him. The two of them looked like professional athletes, and neither was wearing a shirt. Or shoes. And just thin sweatpants. With the way the two of them were dressed, and the neighborhood we were in, I wouldn't have been surprised if the cab kept on going. But even only half dressed, there was something commanding about Marcus, and the cab stopped. Marcus got in the front seat and Connor got in the back with me. As we started driving Connor kept glancing over at me, always grinning, his eyes roaming up and down my body. He wasn't exactly subtle, and I got the feeling that was on purpose. But the only reason I kept catching him looking at me was because I was constantly stealing glances over at him. I was trying to be subtle though, and after the fourth or fifth time he caught me checking out his chest and abs I was really starting to blush, so I turned around and very deliberately looked out the window for the rest of the ride.
