The show was great, so much so that he'd forgotten how damn bad he wanted a drink. Instead, he'd been completely consumed with the sight of Leah. She moved her body incredibly well which, of course, had his thoughts wandering in another direction. He wanted to sleep with her. He wasn't going to try to talk himself out of it either? Why? It was a perfectly healthy and natural thing to want. Sex wasn't a bad thing. He wasn't sure why so many women were so uptight about it. There were a lot of things he felt oblivious to though and, seriously, he didn't give a rip.
He was staring at the crowd slowly filtering their way out when she came back out of the dressing rooms. CJ was certain his eyes grew wide at the sight of her. "Wow..." He did not immediately realize that she'd asked him a question until he finally managed to meet her gaze and saw the expectant expression on her face. "Huh?" Her dress was smoking hot. Did she do that to him on purpose?