Hell. No. “I am all about being my own person, thankyouverymuch.” Muzzle pointed at the floor, she kept her grip firm, index finger solid against the side of the weapon’s barrel. She didn’t want to shoot them before they told her what she wanted to know. Lorelei jerked her chin toward the half-naked hotness. “Last time I checked, Rebecca wasn’t a guy who didn’t know how to button his shirt.” Not that she wanted him to button his shirt. While Zeke was sexy-scruffy, this man was sexy-sophisticated. With his perfectly pressed slacks and crisp white shirt, he looked more like a businessman than a… werewolf. His chest certainly didn’t look furry. No, there was a sprinkling of dark brown chest hair, but she also noticed his rippling abs. Another thing she noticed was that her mouth watered at the thought of tracing them with her tongue. That thought had a shiver overtaking her, arousal like she’d never known assaulting her nerves. Damn, Zeke got her engines rumbling, but add in Hot Guy and she was ready to burst into flames.
