Lexi's breath caught in her chest as her eyes landed on her two males, their heads turned towards her and watching her intently.
They had both clearly showered, with Allen sitting in a pair of lightweight joggers, his hair still damp and the mouthwatering lines of his abs only enhanced in the warm lighting of the room.
Greyson sat opposite him, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he reclined languidly in the chair clutching a whisky glass in one hand and his eyes darkening the longer he watched her.
Lexi swallowed nervously.
Why was it that now she felt like the helpless prey, caught between two predators?
"I'll just get showered…" she said weakly, placing the monitor on the side as she hurried to the bathroom, grabbing an oversized T-shirt on the way.
