Amanda looked at Christopher strangely as they ate. He did all the fish cleaning and cooking while flaunting his well-shaped body. She supposed he must have been doing it on purpose, just to get attention.
'This guy is just too overconfident,' she told herself. To her point of view, he had no sense of shame. He casually slept in her bed, made use of her kitchen like it was his and he did so, modeling the Calvin Klein waistband of his brief.
"I haven't seen fishermen anchor their boats around here. They usually dock by the bay," she said, completely troubled by how he got the fish. Still, it was a good fish, and she had no complaints, eating a white-meat reef fish early in the morning.
After he finished his meal, he went back outside and found his shirt and shoes. He returned already clothed.
When she glared at him for finally getting dressed, he teased, "What? Miss abs already?"
