Brilliant. This man knew how to keep the doors closed? That meant a perfectly able way to keep them from getting interrupted. Eyes watching could be hot, quite hot actually, but those weren't the kind of eyes people were giving them. Their loss. Zach was confident the man had a gorgeous chest, just looking at how he was dressed. Well dressed. Zach liked that.
Zach couldn't think of a single good reason to move forward. Alright, one. But that was only because it involved moving into the hot man, not around him. It was more of a general mental image. At the question, Zach's lips parted to answer when the man, Fletcher, spoke again, but to the others. But then those eyes were on him again.
His grin grew. "I'm Zach," he introduced himself, quickly checking out Fletcher yet again. "And I would rather you come in, Fletcher," Zach let his lips wrap around the sounds of the name. He nearly tasted it.