Page 9 of Wolf's Mark

Damn it. He’d disappeared. I should have known it was too good to be true.

“Don’t look now, but Mr. Hottie is coming this way.”

“What?” I stiffened and my mouth suddenly went dry. Admiring a beautiful man from afar was one thing, but being faced with his advance was something else altogether. I didn’t move, couldn’t breathe, and that truly wasn’t my personality.

Although I had lost some self-confidence in the last few months. Who wouldn’t question everything about themselves after being insulted dozens if not hundreds of times?

I gave myself a pep talk, steeling my nerves and turning around to take a better look when he passed. Whew… The man was atleast six foot four, his broad shoulders filling out his suit jacket nicely. It was as if he was wearing shoulder pads from a football uniform. I could only imagine what his abs looked like. Lickable.

I was such a bad girl when I allowed myself to be.

“Wow,” Camille whispered. She was suddenly very close to me.

Too close.

I was suddenly a tigress fending off her prey. Which was ridiculous, of course. He also had a chiseled jaw. In my mind his carved features set him apart from any other male in the room. I wasn’t certain I’d seen anyone so gloriously attractive in my life. He oozed sexual appeal, his long legs carrying him through the crowd with all the self-confidence I was lacking.

As he came closer, I realized I was holding my breath.

In the movies, all time seemed to slow with the hero and heroine saw each other from afar, basking in the moment just before they met.

As he stood in front of me, it was as if the entire world around us had faded.

Christ. This wasn’t some movie where I ran away with the hero.

The mysterious stranger gave me a hard onceover and I did the same to him. I could detect that he thought his shit didn’t stink. That was a big turn-off.

“You need to dance with me,” he stated. I should say he commanded.

“Why?”

Mattie was already giving me the side-eye.

“Because I deem it so.”

A laugh bubbled to the surface before I could stop it. “You deem it so? I don’t think so, buddy.”

“And why not?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Oh, hell, no. I got closer, so much so his aftershave danced across my nose, filling my system. I was lightheaded and thought for certain my body swayed. Not the best look.

“Because you’re perhaps the most arrogant prick I’ve ever come across. I suggest you get lost.”

“Sedona,” Mattie hissed.

“Oh, no. I don’t dance with jerks with tiny cocks.” My other side suddenly appeared, the one that didn’t take shit, especially from a man. It didn’t matter how sexy he was.

He appeared almost… amused but slightly annoyed. Maybe? It was tough to tell.

“Go on. Be gone,” I added, flicking my fingers toward the door.

He didn’t respond and fortunately, I was saved by the shrill ringing of his phone. “Until we meet again.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen. In fact, I know better.”

When he issued one word, I could hear the other three girls sucked in their breaths.

“Beautiful.” His voice was deep, seductive, and easily heard over the tribal beat. After brushing his knuckles lightly down my cheek, he backed away, returning to his phone call.

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