Hunter POV
Naturally, Sandra sought me out the second that Dana had been whisked away, pulling me into the corner with her little clique of friends and preening like a damn peacock. I never understood the desire that women had to one-up each other when it came to how they dressed. It was quite repugnant to me, watching them fawn over each other and cast critical eyes on others not in their group.
“Hunter, you look as handsome as ever” Claudia, one of Sandra’s best friends commented with a wide smile.
“Doesn’t he”, Sandra gushed, putting a hand on my chest and peering at the group with a satisfied smile, “and doesn’t he look good enough to eat,” she smirked as the other women giggled.
I felt like I was on display as the women peered at me, nodding their heads and sighing loud sighs of
