The adrenaline was wearing off, and she began to realize the gravity of her situation. For the unforeseeable future, she and Hawk would be joined at the hip. The cabin smelled like him. She was surrounded by the scent of leather and a subtle cologne that made her mouth water. She scanned the space with a critical eye, shocked to find it neat and orderly. “You expect a pig sty?” Hawk said. The amusement in his voice struck a raw nerve. It was like he saw through her front to the terrified woman shaking her boots. This was heavy shit. She’d seen what these men were capable of and knowing she was number one on their list of things to fuck over was nothing to sneeze at. “I didn’t know what to expect.” “I keep a clean house, and I run a tight ship.” The authority in his voice made her want to purr. She respected strong figures. A pool began to form in the center of her panties. Traitor. Her long-neglected body saw sex on two legs. It didn’t give a fuck about her feelings. “Is this where you lay down the law to the little woman?”
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