"Would you care for coffee or something to eat before you get to work?" a warm, musical voice asked in a drawl not as thick as the woman in the motel but slower and softer.

A little hotter.

It washed over him like a sensual blanket.

Trey glanced up at the woman standing beside the booth and nearly did a double take. An unexpected surge of desire stunned him. His groin tightened, and his traitorous dick tried its best to remind him what it was used for.

What the ...