Micah glanced at the man in front of him, silently taking in every detail with a calm that barely concealed his disgust. The man reeked of cheap cologne and cigarette smoke, the scent thick in the air, even in broad daylight.
Behind his fake smile and slicked-back hair, Micah could see it. The man's eyes weren't admiring.
His gaze was filled with those disgusting thoughts, undressing him, picturing him naked.
He was a man; he could see it. He knew that look all too well.
Micah was at a loss as to why, among all these girls, the man had picked him. He wanted to brush past and ignore the comment, but just for a second, he imagined Nora or his cousins in his place, being approached with an offer like that. His blood boiled. No, he needed to see what this man was really after. If what he thought was indeed the case…
