Makings Of A Rogue

[III]

The irises were pure black with unblemished white back drops, set cat like with long lashes, they had a gleam and depth in them, that you couldn't help getting lost in. A small shapely nose followed, completing the exotic look her eyes were vibing. Down to those ripe, red, sinful lips, full and so kissable, things he wished he could do to that mouth. Down to her delicate neck that he would definatly enjoy introducing his teeth to, then came the vest straining to contain her full chest, down to her flat tummy and tiny waist, to those long legs that went for days, and last but not least that ass never ever forgeting that ass.
But the thing that attracted him most to her, was her intelligence and bravery, He had tried to elude her for years, she was always a few steps behind and wasn't even afraid of a confrontation, look at them now.
He now noticed her chest was moving up and down, her breath a bit uneven, he didnt mind the show, not a single bit. He looked on shamelessly for a bit, glazing down her neck trying to see down her blouse but the stupid bullet proof vest wouldn't allow this, it held on tight. Finally considing defeat he made eye contact, finding anger, embarrassment and was that desire? interesting.
"Your move Mrs superman, think of your men," as he gestured around them with his hands, breaking the intensity of the shared moment.
This made her flatter a bit, only now noticing the guns placed at the back of her men's heads, but they to were also making their own statement, their own weapons still aimed squarely at Scot.
But to what end. Sighning, she put her gun down and back into the hoster strapped on her right thigh, and gave a curt nod, signalling her men to do the same.