Tara wanted to growl, gnash her teeth, or do something else animalistic. He had a British accent. Of course he did. It was deep and rich, and it washed over her like warm honey. Not that she’d ever poured warm honey on herself, because, who does that? But she imagined if a voice could feel like something, that is what his would feel like. To her anyway. She hoped it didn’t feel like that way to Shelly because for some reason that made Tara want to throat punch her friend. Because that was healthy.
“Elias Creed?” asked Shelly. “Wait, hold the hell up.” She placed her hands on her waist and eyed the guy like he’d seriously done something wrong. “You’re not only a walking o****m, but you have an accent and a sexy, mysterious name as well?” She turned to Jax. “Does anyone else in the extracti
