I turned slowly, eyes narrowed calmly. There he stood— another security guard. He's tall with a buzz cut — broad chest and a eyes that looks at me suspiciously. Damn, two guards at the same time?

I smiled—one of those slow, wicked, Mona Lisa kinds of smiles.

The other had that bad-boy stubble and a scar by his mouth that almost made me lick my lips.

He walked gently towards me and stood beside his mate.

I stepped forward, just enough to make my scent hit them—vanilla, musk, ...