Abby’s POV
I get out of the cab and wait on the sidewalk for Ben to join me. I can’t help but watch his face closely as he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes flicking away from me quickly towards the outer facade of the club. He’s been acting strange since we left my apartment and something tells me it has something to do with the risqué outfit he chose for me. Perhaps I’m wrong, as it does sound pretty big headed, but I could have sworn that I saw him check me out more than once on the ride over here. In fact, the lustful looks he has been shooting my way have been sending my s*x-starved brain into complete overdrive.
“You ready?” he asks me, clearing his throat casually.
“As I’ll ever be.” I answer with a small smile.
He stares into my eyes for a moment and reaches his hand
