At first, I didn't notice their stares. I was too busy learning the job, checking doors, and making sure everything's locked up tight. But one night, I caught Ryan's eyes lingering on me when I bent over to pick up a dropped flashlight. His gaze stuck to my hips, and instead of feeling mad, a hot spark shot through me. My cheeks burned, but deep down, I liked it.

Tyler's the same, sneaking glances when he thinks I'm not looking. Their eyes feel like hands brushing over my skin, and it makes my insides twist in a way I can't explain.

I started wearing tighter clothes after that. My uniform's supposed to be loose, but I picked a shirt that hugs my curves and pants that cling to my legs. I leave an extra button undone on my shirt, just enough to show a peek of my cleavage and bra when I lean forward.

I know it's wrong, but the way Ryan and Tyler stare makes my body physically react with excitement. I feel alive, like I'm glowing under their eyes.

Tonight, I'm walking the warehouse floor, my boots clicking on the concrete. Ryan's behind the security desk, watching the cameras, but I can feel his eyes on me through the screens. Tyler's doing rounds with me, and I make sure to walk a little slower, letting my hips sway.

My shirt's tight, and I know my breasts push against it when I stretch to check a high lock. Tyler's quiet, but his eyes keep flicking to my chest. I pretend I don't notice, but my skin tingles, and my breath gets shallow. I want him to keep looking.