Page 14 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“You going to get undressed?” she asked as she shoved at her pants.

“Shouldn’t we, like, start by making out?” He’d never had a woman move so fast before.

“We’ll kiss in a second. First, let’s see what I’ve got to work with.”

There was something a tad daunting about a woman standing there naked, hands on her hips, staring as he took off his work shirt. It wasn’t boasting to admit he had a nice chest. He kept fit. His hands fumbled at his pants, though. Yeah, he knew his dick was above average at eight and a half inches, but would she like it and the slight tilt at the tip?

At least it didn’t embarrass him by being limp. It sprang to attention the moment he freed it from his boxers.

Her lips curved. “That will do very nicely. Come here.” She crooked a finger.

There wasn’t a man alive who would have said no, and yet he hesitated. “Maybe we should hold off.”

“Your dick says otherwise.”

“You just came out of a traumatic situation.”

She sighed. “Yeah, and I need relief. Something to remind me I’m alive. But I had to get stuck with the one guy with morals.”

He shrugged. “Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.”

“So what are we going to do if we don’t fuck?”

“Hang out?”

“If we must,” she stated dramatically.

He grinned as he dressed himself. He wanted to slap himself silly when she hid those gorgeous boobs, but at the same time, he wasn’t one to take advantage.

She pursed her lips. “You know what, if you’re not going to make me sing hallelujah, then maybe you can show off your dark web skills.”

“My pleasure, but it does mean you’ll have to tell me a bit more about what happened and what we’re looking for.”

“More like who.” She paced his living room as he got out his laptop and set it up to crawl beyond the regular internet. Not something most knew how to do, but Derek had always had acurious nature. Combine that with his grandparents muttering about the evil government and he had a need to look beyond what the media liked to say.

“Where do you want me to start?”

She sat on the couch beside him, legs tucked up.

“The man I need to find is named Dr. Montgomery Rogers.”

His fingers paused over the keyboard. “Wait,theDr. Rogers? The guy who debunks myths?”

“Yeah.”

“He kidnapped you?” His voice went a little high-pitched with incredulity.

“He did.”

“But why?” he blurted out because it made no sense. Athena obviously wasn’t a monster.

“Because the silly bastard seemed to think I was something I’m not.” She laughed.

“Like what? An elf?” The first thing that came to mind because she had an ethereal beauty about her.

“Something like that,” she murmured. She tilted her head and swept her hair. “No pointy ears, in case you were wondering.”

“What exactly do you want to know about the doctor? Most of his work is public knowledge.”

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