The Sergeant’s Affair
She stared down at him, her brown eyes noticeably wide with bewilderment, as the most gorgeous eyes she’s ever seen stared back at her. They were neither green, nor blue, or even brown, but a wonderful combination of the three. Perfectly shaped, they were set in a chiseled face that boasted of high cheek bones, a strong chin slightly covered in a masculine goatee of light brown, and an unremarkably straight nose. He smiled back at her, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly exposing a dimple in each cheek. A quick survey told her he as a man of style – another bonus and extreme turn on in her mind. Wearing a blue-grey shirt and khakis, he looked like he had just stepped off the pages of an American Eagle catalogue. She could …