For some reason that flustered me. My heart was thumping fast, and those butterflies were back. How could he be so cool and collected in a situation l...ike this? Maybe because he wasn’t mostly naked. “Do you mind if I change into my PJs? I’m sick of this suit,” he said, putting his coffee on the glass table between us and getting up from his chair.“It’s your house, get comfy.”I watched as he walked away, and I’m not ashamed to admit I stared at his butt until it was out of sight. The way the. But he readthe accompanying article closely, remarking to himself that it was reallyquite interesting. He studied the pictures of the clothes carefully, taking particularnotice of the accessories: shoes, bags, little touches and trims. Hefound himself commenting inwardly as he studied the pictures with suchthoughts as "that's an unusual combination, but it looks great," or "Isee what he's trying to do, but that makeup spoils the whole effect." Hetook note of the names of the designers. He'd. I stood there, back against the wall, with one leg up, in a calm state of helplessness. I finished the cig, turned back the opposite way of the door, and there was Elena. I halted. Our eyes locked. She was leaning against the corner of the house in a hoodie and jeans, with her leg nonchalantly crossed across the other, smoking a god damn cigarette. She had a cocky air about her. She did not seem surprised at all by my nudity. How long had she been standing there? She took her sweet, time. Jacobs, or JJ as everyone called him, was getting on toward retirement age and decided that instead of retiring and selling out, he’d like to find a partner who could handle the business for him. He and his wife wanted to buy a motor home and go traveling around the country to visit some of their family and favorite places while they were still young enough. I heard him discussing it with his wife Sherry one day and waited till quitting time and asked him, ‘What would be required of that.