~ SASHA ~
It was official, she was cracking up. Literally losing her mind.
When he said he wouldn't hurt her, she wanted to believe him, but a little voice in the back of her head whispered something about men foaming at the mouth, and other men having their necks snapped.
When he said don't run, she thought he was going to show her something horrific.
When he started unzipping the overalls he'd thrown on in the van, she just assumed he was going to run or… do something and he didn't want the clothing hindering him.
That left him in the jeans and skin-tight black shirt that hugged every curve and ripple of his torso that she tried desperately not to notice. He'd always had a great body, but the last few years had been good to him. He'd shifted from athletic to… ripped.
