Genevieve pointed her perfectly manicured finger into the room, “On the desk please.” She replied after reading what the box said when he walked past her. Her eyes traveled from the side of his face to the back of his head and down his back. She watched him move, the muscles in his arms flexed while he held the box. Her bottom lip snagged between her teeth and she tilted her head. Usually this was how guys checked girls out, another habit she developed from her dad, as well as her six brothers who where all pussy crazy.