EVERLEIGH

I let Ronan lead me back down the stairs and into my kitchen. There were even more men at my dining table than before. There were unfamiliar men everywhere actually.

There were two on the kitchen loveseat, three at the kitchen island and four at my dining table. Adding them up there were ten, including Ronan, extremely good looking men crammed in the open kitchen/dining/living space of my apartment.

I could feel the walls start to close in and the panic attack I could feel coming, was taking root in my chest. It didn’t help that when they noticed that I was in the room all of their eyes were fixed on me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Samson slinking his way into the room from the balcony. He must be sensing my uneasiness and is assessing the situation. His ears are pinned back and I’m afraid that sudden movement from any one of these men will send him into attack mode.

As calmly as I can, I move into his direct line of sight. As long as he can see me he won’t fee