Using her index finger, she touched and clicked through screen after screen of colorful images. Seconds later, she stopped, and held the device up for him to see.
He looked down at an image of Miss Edwards. Her clothing was different, she had an air of confidence and humor, and she wore a strange pair of dark spectacles on her face. He bit back a moan. She was wearing light blue trousers, which encased her long, lithe legs in tight fabric. Her blouse was held on with only a small bit of string over her shoulders. He couldn't wrap his mind around the amount of skin on display, but he didn't want to look away, her olive flesh an enticement he didn't want to ignore.
She held the screen closer, and grinned. "See, this is a picture of me taken two weeks ago. That thing behind me is my car."
He had to admit he hadn't noticed anything else in the image. He'd been drawn to her. Only her. Glancing at it again, he spotted a large blue object perched on thick black wheels.
Interesting.