I was trying to be inconspicuous while I watched Rhys a few spaces ahead of me. He was talking to a group of our coworkers, cracking jokes and laughing. I watched the way his hard body leaned against his car, casual, nonchalant. I had a feeling that he knew he was a stud. It seems like he was always standing, sitting, walking, and breathing like a Calvin Klein model. His light brown hair always looked perfect and his light brown eyes had specks of gold in them that left a girl mesmerized. He was a little over six feet and in great shape. I often dreamed of eating chocolate off of his abs. I like chocolate and I like Rhys's abs, so it was all good. The group cleared away. Rhys took his phone from his pocket. It looked like he was texting. Probably some gorgeous woman that was as much in love with him as I was. Okay, I wasn't in love, but if he asked me to be, he wouldn't have to twist my arm or anything. Rhys had a smooth way of talking that gave me instant creamed panties. Seriously. Oh, if only I could have a piece of Rhys.
