Greet the men, noticing all of their appearances.

You shake John's hand first. His palm is smooth and dry, and his grip is firm. He's a tall, athletic man with sandy brown hair and green eyes. He smiles at you, his gaze flicking at your cleavage.

Mike is next, his dark eyes glinting with interest. He's shorter than John, but his muscles are clearly defined beneath his tailored suit. His handshake is strong, and he gives you a nod of approval. ebony skin color similar to Tyson's.

James is last. He's the youngest of the group, and his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. He winks at you as he takes your hand, his fingers brushing over your knuckles. He's cute, but the gesture is more teasing than flirtatious.

"Nice to meet you, gentlemen," you say, giving them a sultry smile. Your eyes lock onto John's, and you see a spark of interest.

Mike raises an eyebrow. "Pleasure's all mine. We all here love the look." He turns to Tyson and says, "Ty, this one is something else. Maybe I can borrow her for the night."

Tyson shakes his head; there is a hint of possessiveness in his voice. "No. She's all mine. Unless you win tonight."

James shrugs. "Win what. You two playing strip poker?" Tyson shook his head, saying no to what James implied.

The men are looking at you; their expressions are a mix of curiosity and desire. You feel a rush of power, knowing that you can command their attention with a single glance.

"I'm listening," John says, his eyes lingering on your exposed cleavage.