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My gaze slowly travels back up to her face, eyes locking in on hers. Vienna may be playing hard to get right now, but her eyes betray her. If I wanted her, it’d only be a matter of time before she was screaming beneath me. A smirk creeps across my lips at the thought of that. “Can we get some shots or what?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Vienna

Iballmyfistsat my sides while fighting the urge to slap that cocky smirk right off of Chase’s stupidly handsome face. How can I be so frustratingly attracted to him, yet want to kill him at the same time? It’s confusing and I don’t have the emotional bandwith to try to make sense of it right now.

He raises a brow, awaiting my response to his request for shots.

“You know I can’t serve you here,” I sigh, leaning my forearms on the bar top and meeting his stare, leveling him with one of my own. “How about waters all around?” I cock a brow right back at him, watching his smug smile falter.

“Aw, c’mon…” he presses, leaning in closer. Notes of fresh pine, clean soap, and clove tickle my nose.Damn he smells good. “Be a good little barmaid and fetch us some whiskey.”

I clench my teeth, his condescension grating on my nerves. “You know the rules,” I grit out.

“Well break them, then.”

I chuckle wryly and shake my head. “Can’t do that.”

Golden flecks ignite in Chase’s dark irises, his jaw ticking. “Why not?”

Rolling my eyes, I gesture around the restaurant to indicate the obvious presence of humans scattered at the tables. He knows damn well why I can’t serve him, he’s just trying to push me. I’ve known Chase for all of five minutes and I can already tell he gets off on pushing people’s buttons.

He looks damn good doing it, though.

Ugh, why do those thoughts keep surfacing? I mentally scold myself for allowing my mind to go there yet again.

“C’mon…” Chase coaxes, his voice smooth as silk. The sound of it tickles something deep inside of me, stroking it to life. “Just one shot.”

I can see how this guy has she-wolves eating out of the palm of his hand. He’s a slick fucker, I’ll give him that. The smirk reappears, and-ugh!There are those dimples again, one sinking into each cheek. Those hornets buzz around in my belly once more, stinging my insides.

I straighten, shoring up my resolve and standing my ground. “No.”

Chase’s smile drops, his eyes darkening. “Well you don’t have to be a bitch about it,” he mutters.

Ohhellno.

My wolf surges forward protectively and I suck in a breath, forcing her back as I narrow my eyes on Chase. “Believe it or not, I need this job,” I say, throwing my hands on my hips. “I know it’s a foreign concept to you, but some people actually need to work to get by. Not all of us have everything handed to them.”

He shakes his head, chuckling lowly. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

Chase’s icy tone sends a shiver up my spine. His gaze flickers back up to collide with mine and it’s so intense that I stop breathing. For a second, I almost feel bad about making assumptions. He’s got this whole tortured James Dean renegade thing going on, so hauntingly beautiful in his brokenness. His dark eyes threaten to drag me to hell, yet for some reason, I don’t dare look away…

An arm darts out, snatching the pint glass of beer I just filled from the bar and snapping me out of the trance that Chase has me under.

“What the…” I whip my head around to see the guy beside Chase bringing it to his lips with a smug grin. Not Levi- the guy on the other side. “Hey!” I protest, reaching out in a feeble attempt to snatch it back.

“C’mon, Cal…” Levi chuckles, looking over at his friend.

The jerk who grabbed the beer- Cal, apparently- just leans away and starts chugging it down while the rest of them snicker. I make another useless attempt to reach for it, but I’m too short and the bar between us is too wide. It doesn’t matter, anyways, because he takes the beer down in a whole four seconds.

Chase doesn’t intervene. His eyes remain on me the whole time, that stupid smirk on his lips.

Cal slams the empty pint glass back on the bar top and I level him with a glare, folding my arms across my chest indignantly.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Callum growls, wiping his mouth with a sleeve and flashing me a creepy smile that makes my skin crawl. “I was thirsty.”

The others snicker in response and my wolf pushes forward again in agitation. I’ve been harassed more than enough for one day and she’s had it.

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