She nodded, grabbed her purse out of the drawer and skedaddled, walking like she was on a catwalk, one foot in front of the other, her ass swaying under the skirt of her expensive, tailored suit.<br />Bitch. I thought again, watching her go.<br />“No comparison,” Luke said after the door closed behind Dawn and I turned to him.<br />“Excuse me?”<br />“Dawn’s a man eater. You’re not. No comparison,” Luke answered and I didn’t know how to take that.<br />“Is that good?”<br />The half-smile came back.<br />“Most men prefer to do the eating.”<br />Holy fucking cow.