“Is he really Bruce's brother?” Pamela asked in a whisper as DJ led the way to his apartment.

“Why didn't you ever mention that he was made to perfection? He is so fine!” Pamela drawled on her last word. Her eyes traveled up and down DJ's bare back to the slim of his waist that disappeared into faded denim jeans.

Ashley couldn't deny that the sight was entertaining and like Pamela, she couldn't stop looking.

“Behave!” She chided Pamela through gritted teeth.

They reached DJ's front porch and he stepped up and held the door open for both women. He directed them to his living room and offered them seats....