Brenden’s eyes fell south and lingered for a moment. She didn’t know if he was staring at her hideous bra or her cleavage, but he made it a point to look away and refocus on the game.
Riley was a different story altogether. He leered at her chest obnoxiously, his gaze creeping out from all the way across the room. He looked hypnotized by her t**s, which Irene knew her fabulous, but not that fabulous.
She wrapped her arm across her torse in an attempt to hide herself.
Andy turned and noticed his stare a beat too late. “What the f**k? Have you never seen a pair of t**s before?”
Riley had the audacity to look mortified. “What, man? I didn’t do anything.”
Brenden didn’t meet her gaze, but he grinned as Andy said something more derogatory than before. Irene blushed profusely, but managed t
