"Would you care for coffee or something to eat before you get to work?" a warm, musical voice asked in a drawl not as thick as the woman in the motel but slower and softer.
A little hotter.
It washed over him like a sensual blanket.
Trey glanced up at the woman standing beside the booth and nearly did a double take. An unexpected surge of desire stunned him. His groin tightened, and his traitorous d**k tried its best to remind him what it was used for.
What the hell?
He was running for his life, hiding away while he attempted to gather the information to protect himself, and here he sat mesmerized like a teenager.
Not now! Not now!
She was so opposite from most of the women he knew, women who were fluffed and polished within an inch of their lives. He guessed her height at about fiv
