Page 17 of Purrfectly Bound

Oh no. She wanted to yell, to scream. What an idiot she’d been! Building castles out of a dance!

This was a mistake. Talking to Gerri, agreeing to the makeover, coming here had all been a terrible mistake. Anna didn’t even have to listen to the simpering female to know she was right.

“Lancey-baby, I am so sorry about the other morning. I shouldn’t have left like that,” the thin woman pressed herself against him some more, “I miss you, sexy. Let’s not fight anymore.”

Anna cursed herself ten times for being a fool. Her breathing became strained as her emotions grew even more volatile. This was stupid of her. Sandra was right all along. It didn’t matter what she wore, she had nothing to offer a man. Especially one who looked like that. She should have known better.

But so should he. What the hell was he thinking? Kissing her and dancing with her like she was the only person who existed. Fuck, it wasn’t far! Not at all. The skinny stranger obviously knew him. And he wasn’t even trying to deny her claim. He was looking from Anna to the stranger, but he was silent. Tongue-tied and red-faced as fuck.

That could only mean one thing. The woman’s claims he’d spent the night with her recently were true. This whole date was probably some kind of pity thing. A favor he owed Gerri. Hadn’t he told her she’d helped his whole Tiger Pride?

Yeah. He probably owed her one. Anna was fuming. She did not need or want anyone’s pity. Sandra was wrong. She deserved better. Lance might be handsome, but he was just another playa and Anna had no time for that in her life.

Humiliation rolled off her in waves. It might sting for a while, but she would do better next time. She just needed to find a ride. No way was she standing around, waiting for Lance to finish his little tete a tete?

Fuck that. She was getting out of there.

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