Donar allowed his gaze to
glide over the woman in the elevator with him. Soaking wet,
her clothing did little to hide what curves she’d been
blessed with. Part of him wanted to offer her his sweatshirt
to help stave off any chill, but the asshole part of him
wanted to keep looking at her figure.
“Happen a lot?”
She opened her eyes and he
found his gut punched by a pair of amber orbs that when he’d
seen her before hadn’t been that much of his focus. “The
random sex comment or the phone calls that lead to them?”
“Either.” He hooked his
ankles. “I’m good with what I said, though. About helping
out with the random sex.”
Her laugh was low and husky.
Flames lit his skin and he shook his head, unsure what to
make of the lightness he experienced.