The look Grace gave Matt was slow and heated, taking him from his grease-stained knees to his bare muscled arms. She knew that every eye was on her, and it gave her a smug feeling of satisfaction.
"Aww, they're a bunch of pussy cats, right boys?" Grace called before taking her sweet time and sauntering towards Matt. A low chorus of appreciative sounds followed her, and she airily ignored them all, resting the urge to put a little extra sway in her hips. No one was paying her for this, after all.
Under the cover of being assured that the men were not looking at her eyes, Alyssa was able to flick her gaze around the room. She noted positions, exits, possible weapons... and what looked like a secret door over by where some tools were hanging.
She reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth while wedging herself between him and the car, "This is a filthy habit, you know," she said before she took a drag and blew the smoke out into the space just between them.