"Uhhh..."
"What are you doing back here, Tyler?" Lucas asked again taking my arm to help me stand up. He took his chance to look me up and down and I could hear his breath hitch.
He looked speechless.
"Why the hell are you dressed like that?!" Lucas growled at me. "Is this because of that distance you asked for?"
"First of all, calm down. It's not as if I wanted to dress like this," I pouted. "I'm helping out the business department with recruitment. Lance and I are both in a position where we couldn't say no to the girls." I explained.
Lucas didn't look pleased by the explanation.
"Do I look that bad?" I snapped.
"No. That's the problem. You look too good in those clothes. Look at your legs! Do you think other people aren't looking at you?" Lucas snarled, his eyes flashing a bright yellow.
"People always look at me. I'm hot," I rolled my eyes.
