He set his briefcase on the small table and dropped his duffle inside the front room. He pushed the door closed and reset the alarm. His intent was to grab a quick shower and then race to Ashley’s parents’. Instead, he froze in his spot. He’d known the place would smell of his mate. They’d made love many times in the last few weeks in that confined space. But he hadn’t been prepared for the overwhelming, knee-buckling, enticing scent that made him want to forego the shower and turn around to get back in the car. He closed his eyes and inhaled long and slow, knowing if he didn’t hurry, he would lose his resolve to shower and change. The least he could do was show up looking presentable. Flying always made him feel grungy no matter how long ago he’d showered. When he opened his eyes again, they landed on the most delicious sight he’d ever seen. Ashley. Even in the dim evening glow from outside, without turning on the lights, he spotted her immediately. No wonder the place smelled so strongly of her pheromones.
