Chapter 8: The Old Wolf is Quite the Flirt
(Eliza's POV)
I felt my cheeks burn as Ethan's voice cut through my enthusiastic description of his s*x ability. My wolf wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and hide.
"Like what?" he repeated, his light eyes gleaming with amusement.
I slowly turned around, phone still in hand. He stood there with arms crossed over his broad chest—the very chest I'd just been describing.
"Like... impressive," I managed to say. "Very... impressive."
Olivia's shriek through the phone could probably be heard across the entire Northern Territory. "Is that him? Is he there? Oh my goddess!"
Ethan walked past me, his scent washing over me. He paused, leaning slightly closer than necessary.
"Miss Stone, your prowess isn't bad either," he murmured.
"Aaa
