It was well after midnight, my movie had finished, and I was currently looking at the city out of the small window while I was curled up on the sofa, under a heavy blanket. Currently battling so hard to stay awake. A battle I was not doing particularly well at winning, though I only realized that every few minutes when I would suddenly awaken with a start. But, I still continued to fight sleep valiantly. I needed to stay awake! Frankie should be home any moment, but until she got me a key cut for her place she only had the one key, and I currently had it while she was out at work, and I was in the small apartment.So, until she arrived home, I was doing my best to stay awake, to allow myself to let her back into her home. Ever since we had been told two days ago of the possibility, though in my mind it was a certainty that Dalton had been loitering around mine and Tavi’s apartment complex, I had not returned home.Tavi had returned, not allowing herself to be pushed out by the threat
I have to admit, the disappointment I felt when I returned to the Midnight Moods Bar only to discover Gianna was not there took me by surprise. I didn’t know what her days to work were, so me deciding to visit the bar again was a spur of the moment decision, mainly because my mind had been wandering to her since I had met her. The frequency of my thoughts of her was beginning to concern me, but I continually pushed those concerns to one side...I had tried to convince my friends to come for a drink, but they were all home with their mates, and considering we had only just been out at the weekend they were not particularly willing to participate in my suggestion of a mid-week drinking session. You could definitely tell they were all settled down now. I wold have been the same not so long ago, had Brooke not done the things she had…Hmm, I think I may have been the same a few days ago in all seriousness, so maybe it was more to do with age too, until meeting Gianna. There was just some
I see the twinkle in Mason’s eyes the moment I accept his hand, and he guides me down the steps of the stage into the booth in which he was sitting. I had been anticipating his arrival since the moment I had walked into the bar for my shift. Thinking of the moment our eyes would meet…Wow, now I am imagining it like a scene from a romance film, when in truth it turned out to be so far from that. But, my heart was still pounding excitedly in my chest. Though that could be the remainder of the adrenaline from the guy pouncing on me onstage. I felt Mason’s fingers gently stroke my palm and my insides felt like they turned to mush, as my heart rate increased. No, it was definitely the affect of him!I can feel the scowl of Rhett upon me, watching me intensely. Scrutinising every move I was making toward Mason, and it made me feel uncomfortable. He does not like the girls getting involved with clients, so he likely will not be happy that Mason had been in asking specifically for me, nor t
I had made Gianna nervous with my questions… or did they end up as more demands? Either way, I had made her nervous, and a little uncomfortable, I know I had. And, I don’t think I can blame her. It is just instinct. Alpha instinct, I guess.Yes, I get possessive over what is mine. But, the thing is, this girl is not mine. But, the more time I spend with her, the more I am thinking I may want her to be. This is crazy… I had sworn off women since Brooke. Told myself I would run my pack alone, yet here I was, wanting a human woman! How would that even work? There were wolves with human mates, but they had been fated, I wasn't sure how it would work as a chosen...I could feel the beautiful eyes of Gianna watching me, quickly distracting me from my concerns. They could be thoughts for when I was alone. Right now, I was going to enjoy her company. “So, beautiful, as I said, are you sure you are okay? I hated seeing you being grabbed like that.”She raised her brows at me, like she was about
Mason had shocked me in his admission that he planned to be coming back to the bar on more than one occasion. Though, in truth, I don’t know if I should be surprised, considering the effort he went to in order to discover when I would be in work this time time alone…I found myself leaning back against the cool leather of the booth, a cocktail in hand, one I knew was alcohol free, thanks to the bar man who knew I would not want to be drinking in the afternoon, and I could feel Mason’s eyes watching me closely. His eyes roaming across my body, and I hate to admit, it actually felt quite good...“Is that all you plan to do all afternoon, big man?” I teased. “Sit and stare? A little creepy, I have to say…”I saw a smile edging onto his face. “Oh, is that so?” he responded, moving himself a little closer, my senses filled with his masculine scent of musk and spice. He smelled good. Really good…I couldn’t resist but continue to tease, seeing the look within his eyes. “Hmm, a little stalker
I didn’t like this fool. There was no two ways about it. The way he was looking at Gianna pissed me off. Looking at her like he owned her. Yes, she may work within his bar, but she was not his. She was not his possession. I was not going to allow him to treat her that way.My ego had taken a hit when she said she was leaving me, I had hoped to spend the rest of her shift with her. I realized if she was working the afternoon to evening shift, then she would finish earlier than she had on my previous visit. I was more than willing to pay for her time, because that was what was expected in a place like this, or else she would be expected to be on stage.Then, I hoped I could hang around outside until she finished, and perhaps suggest a drink, or even dinner… yeah, okay, so I sounded a little like a stalker, but I was trying to ignore that right now, and hoped that she wanted to spend time with me as much as I did her. So, for her to decide she was leaving before our time together had ba
After being told I was to spend the rest of my shift with Mason, I guess I should be glad. I had been enjoying his company, and it meant I avoided any drama from other customers. But I didn’t like him taking control the way he did with Rhett. Like he thought I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself. It all felt a little too much for me. Like he felt I needed his help. Maybe a little possessive too. But what bothered me more was that he had pissed off Rhett. And while he may have paid him off, I would likely still get a mouthful from him at the end of my shift. That was just how Rhett was.I could feel the eyes of Mason watching me as he leaned back in the booth, a glass of whisky laying in his hands. A small smile resting upon his face as his eyes drifted across my body, sending goosebumps across my skin. Why did this man have this much of an effect upon me?“So, you going to join me for a drink?” he asked, his voice deep and I hate to admit it, sexy as hell.I raised my brows at him
I don’t even know what I was talking about. The words I was spewing were absolute nonsense and I knew it, but they had worked. They had won Gianna around, and she had been unable to resist saying something.I could see the inner struggle she was fighting the more I spoke, and I have to say it was amusing. The way she chewed her lower lip, I assumed to stop herself speaking was pretty damn adorable. Hell, she was pretty damn adorable. Not exactly a way you’d expect to be describing a woman sitting next to you dressed in lingerie…Her eyes looked everywhere but at me, as I still held the cocktail out toward her. “Aww, come on now, beautiful, you can’t speak and then go quiet on me. That is just teasing.” I told her. “Especially when your voice sounds as good as yours does.”Gianna’s gaze slowly moved toward mine, her long lashes fluttering, maybe a little anxiously, as she still chewed that lower lip. The thing she maybe didn't realize was, in doing that, she was simply drawing my atte