"SHIT," I MUTTER UNDER A BREATH.
The one time I should've knocked. Didn't Lance know I was coming?
The entire training room—that always used to be empty—is full, of dudes. Shirtless, buff, fucking army dudes. Everywhere. And at my Napoleonic entry, they all turn to me. Blonds lifting great wooden trunks. Redheads sparring with long axes. Darker men with long dreads locked in a wrestle on a mat. Is every frickin' Queensguard here or what? And this is not good, considering where I'm just coming from. Being a voyeur to a very passionate throuple is one thing. Being an aroused female in a room full of ready ripped guys is... Gangbang.
No backing out now!
I hurriedly search this ancient gym for my instructor.
Where the hell is that blond, blue-eyed devil when you need him?
His voice sounds out directly from my back. His breath tickles the back of my neck.
