Page 32 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

She stood in front of Derek to stop him in his tracks then looked him in the eye as she placed a hand over his package and murmured, “I will stroke it if I want, and you will love it.”

He went a tad cross-eyed before dragging her close for a kiss and a whispered, “Fuck me, you’re amazing.”

“Yes, I am. And don’t you forget it.”

How surreal. In captivity a few days ago and now flirting with a guy she really liked. Would this go anywhere? Usually, she’d say no. She didn’t do relationships because most guys annoyed her pretty quick. But thus far, Derek only intrigued her more and more.

Her sister would be laughing her ass off to see her smitten. While Selene was a big believer in romance and love, Athena had never been afflicted.

Until now.

They reached the house, and Derek sent her upstairs to shower and change first due to the single bathroom. She’d tried to convince him to join her, but he shook his head. “While I’d like to, can you imagine Grams’ reaction?”

The old lady would probably have plenty to say, but it would have been worth it.

Athena showered quickly and changed into ill-fitting jeans—the shape of them conformed to their last owner before getting thrifted—and a hoodie that stated, Class of 2017. She really would need to do something about her wardrobe.

She headed downstairs to find Derek glowering in the kitchen, while Frank, perched on a stool, regaled Grams cooking at the stove.

“…and I told the guy, no way am I paying that much for a fake. And he then says, well how much would you pay?”

Derek saw her enter and rolled his eyes. She grinned and then, because Frank had paused to watch her, strolled to Derek and planted a kiss on his lips. “Shower’s all yours, honey.”

“I’ll have one later.”

Grams whirled from the stove, wooden spoon in hand. “You’ll go now, smelly bastard.”

“Guess that dip in the creek left you dirtier than expected,” Frank taunted.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Athena quipped. “I’m feeling very refreshed. It’s very good for easing tension.” While they’d not gotten to the climax part, they would have if not interrupted. And honestly, playing as they had did much to relax her.

Frank gaped, and Derek did his best to not laugh, but she noticed the smolder in his eyes. Most likely he remembered her promise for tonight.

Derek stood. “I’ll be back in a few.” He glanced at Frank. “Try to not be a dick.”

“Who me?” Frank clutched his chest.

“Feel free to slap him for me,” Derek told Athena as he left.

“Come and tell me about yourself.” Frank patted the seat beside him. Athena joined him at the island but kept a stool empty between them. While she had no interest in the guy, she didn’t want Derek thinking she might. Not given their history.

“So what do you work as?” she asked, gladly taking the fresh slice of bread Grams slid to her on a plate, already buttered. And hot. Oh my god, it was freshly baked. Happily chewing, Athena barely paid any attention to Frank.

“Currently, I’m between projects.”

“Unemployed. How surprising,” she drawled.

He frowned, sensing the jab but not sure how to respond. “I like to change things up. Don’t want to get bored. What about you?”

“I’m a lab technician.”

“I would have pegged you for a model,” he stated with a smile.

“Oh hell no. I’d rather do something that doesn’t rely on being objectified,” she exclaimed.

“You sure?” Frank insisted. “I’ve got some contacts who could take some test shots and get them to the right people.”

“Who would then claim I needed to blow or bang someone for a job. No thanks.”

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