She nodded, grabbed her purse out of the drawer and skedaddled, walking like she was on a catwalk, one foot in front of the other, her ass swaying under the skirt of her expensive, tailored suit.Bitch. I thought again, watching her go.No comparison, Luke said after the door closed behind Dawn and I turned to him.Excuse me?Dawn’s a man eater. You’re not. No comparison, Luke answered and I didn’t know how to take that.Is that good?The half-smile came back.Most men prefer to do the eating.Holy fucking cow. – Kristen Ashley