“Yes, of course. My car has a flat tire, though.” Idiot, Savannah. They know that. “I was hiding in the ditch because I was worried you guys might be serial killers or something.”
“What made you decide we’re not?”
“Logan,” the other one warned.
She frowned slightly. “I don’t know; you just don’t sound like serial killers.”
“What the hell does a serial killer sound like?” Logan’s eyes widened. Cool name. Very cowboy.
“I don’t know. Maybe more like this, Clarice.” She did her best impression of Hannibal Lector.
Logan looked over at the other one. “Can you believe this?”
The other one started to laugh, and she turned back to him. He seemed to be the friendlier of the two, even if he had dropped her dress in the dirt.
“I’m Savannah.” She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
A Taste of Sir
Doms of Decadence, 6
Gray strode over to the mats to stretch. Her breath caught as she watched him move, his muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. Her mouth went dry as a hot flush filled her body, which had nothing to do with her run.
For God’s sake, Lacey, chill.
With that handsome face, sexy grin, and those sharply intelligent eyes there was no way he didn’t have hundreds of women chasing him. Probably a different one in his bed each night. A guy who looked like that would never look at her. Not that she wanted him to. A relationship was the last thing she needed.
She sighed and glanced over at Gray again. She knew it wasn’t fair to feel such animosity towards him simply because he was so damn perfect. She hadn’t found someone with a bad word to say about him. He always took time to talk to everyone; he knew everyone’s back story. Except hers.
Unless he’d done a background check on her. She frowned slightly. If she were him, she would have.
She knew how dangerous it could be to fall into the trap of thinking that just because someone was handsome and charming they were a good guy.
No, there had to be another side to Gray. Some hidden flaws.
Maybe he was impotent.
She grinned at the thought.
“Something funny?”
She let out a small screech, placing her hand on her chest as she gaped at Gray in shock. He reached over and quickly slammed his hand down on the stop button on her treadmill.
“You okay?” he asked, reaching out to grasp her elbow.
Lacey snatched her arm back, feeling like an idiot as he stared at her incredulously.
Get a grip, Lacey.
“You frightened me!” she snapped at him. “Give someone a warning before you sneak up on them like that.”
“I didn’t think I was sneaking,” he said mildly. “I walked across the room. And I called out to you twice.”
He had? Shit. Well done, Lacey. Well done.
He narrowed his gaze as he studied her.
Lacey resisted the urge to stare down at herself. What was wrong? Had her boob come out of her crop top? Was there sweat pooling at her crotch, making it look like she’d peed her lycra shorts?