Jenna's POV
"How are you?" The tall man says, huskily. His voice is... hypnotizing. It takes a minute for me to realize he's talking to me.
"Hi," I mumble, "Uhhh, I'm, I'm good." Oh my god, can you sound any more stupid! I yell at myself in my head. I look down at my feet, embarrassed at the fool I'm becoming. This guy is going to think I'm an idiot. I look back up, hoping my cheeks aren't too red, and he's staring daggers into me. His eyes are dark. I stare at his rough face; his beard is scruffy and thick. I have always found facial hair sexy. His size is massive, another trait I've always liked. The bigger the man the better. It makes me feel dainty. He looks like something from a lumberjack commercial, minus the flannel though.
His brown hair is a little longer and thick, tousled. It curls a little by the top of his ears, giving him a boyish cuteness. But he's certainly NOT a boy. He is all man. I scan my eyes down his body and back up again. God, I'm acting like a horny toad here! I think to myself. I'm not usually so... drawn to someone. But this guy, he just, I don't know. My eyes go back to his face and I realize he's still looking at me.
I blink, what the hell do I do? I blink again and hold my breath. His lips curl a little and he looks away. What was that? Is he smiling at my stupidity? Uh, yeah, I tell myself. Nice. I look back at Amy and she just smiles. She can tell. She can tell I feel dumb, she can tell I think this guy is ridiculously good looking. She can tell, and she thinks is funny. God, she sucks.
The blood is pounding in my ears so loud I'm not sure what is being said by Greg and Amy, but the men leave and Amy and I are alone again.
"What was THAT?" she asks me laughing, lowering her voice to a whisper and giving me the eye.
"What?" I say casually, twisting my eyebrows in and shrugging.
"Mmmmmhmmm, you know what." She watches me as a grab my coat and purse from the counter.