Joy really tried to ignore it. She tried to forget the intense stare burning into the side of her face.
She kept her eyes fixed on the donkey, on its stupid hairless body, on its absurdly jiggly backside.
But eventually, she couldn't take it anymore.
She let out a sharp sigh and turned to face him.
Cassius was staring at her with a gaze that could only be described as passionate.
Not hungry—not the way he looked at Aisha when she was sucking his cock, or the way he looked at Julie when she was spreading her legs for him.
This was different. Softer. Almost...tender.
It made her skin crawl.
And also, annoyingly, made her stomach flutter.
"Can you please stop looking at me like that?"
She said, her voice flat with annoyance.
"I know you're being quiet right now, but the way you're looking at me speaks a thousand words about what's going on in that perverted head of yours."
Cassius blinked, then chuckled. He waved his hand dismissively.
