Shanna was tongue-tied; she was feeling so shy it was ridiculous. Damn it, she was a strong, independent woman, so why was she acting like a teenager with a crush?
Reason one: There was a cocky sexpot sitting opposite with a s**t-eating grin like he had had his cake and eaten it. He cut up a bit of his steak and popped it into his mouth. And closed his eyes and groaned. She was sure she had spontaneously ovulated. She wiggled in her seat.
Reason two: she had never had s*x that made her feel like that. She stared at Logan as he ate his food. How was a sexy shifter like him attracted to her? He obviously was. She took a sip of her wine. Looking at him over the rim of her glass.
“Woman, if you don’t stop looking at me like you want to eat me, I’m going to clear this table and f**k you
