Page 27 of Bria and the Tiger

Rosalie’s voice was a little breathy. Bria knew she had a thing for Lincoln even before she smelled Rosalie’s arousal.

“Nice to meet you, Bria.” Lincoln held out his hand and Bria shook it. He held onto her hand for a beat too long and she had to fight not to roll her eyes in front of him. She could already tell he was a typical lion shifter, completely full of swagger and bullshit.

“You’re tiny for a tiger.”

Bria didn’t reply. After a lifetime of teasing about her small stature, she was over the remarks about her size.

“I didn’t know you were coming in today, Lincoln,” Rosalie said.

Lincoln gave her a flirty grin. “I was close to the office and couldn’t resist popping in to say hello to my favourite girl. How’s your day, Rosie-girl?”

Bria contained her urge to make a retching noise as Lincoln sat back in the chair and rested his hand on his upper thigh next to his crotch. His pants were tight, but she refused to look at the bulge in his pants like he so obviously wanted.

Beside her, Rosalie took a quick glance at his crotch and then flushed when Lincoln tugged playfully on a dark curl. “Your hair looks pretty today.”

“Th-thank you. Um, my day is good. I’ve been training Bria.”

“Good, good.” Lincoln glanced at his cell phone. “Do you think you could do me a favour, Rosie? I have my dry cleaning here but I need to meet a client this evening. Could you drop it off for me after work? It’s in the direction of your place, right?”

“Oh, um, I was going to my mom’s for dinner after work, and she lives in the opposite direction,” Rosalie said.

Lincoln cocked his head at her before nodding. “Sure, okay. Thanks anyway. I just thought my favourite girl could help me out.”

“You know what? I can do it,” Rosalie said. “My mom won’t mind if I’m a little bit late for dinner.”

“I knew my best girl would help me out. I’ll just throw the clothes on your desk, okay? Oh, and can you pick up my shirts while you’re there? I’ve got five of them waiting for pick up.”

“Sure, happy to help.” The scent of Rosalie’s arousal increased when Lincoln leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

“Thanks, Rosie-girl. I owe you.”

“No problem.”

Lincoln stood. “I should get going. I have another showing in half an hour.” He smiled at Bria. “Nice to meet ya, tiny tiger.”

“It’s Bria,” she said.

“Right. Sorry. I like to give nicknames.”

“I prefer to be called Bria.”

He grinned at her. “Message received. Bye, Bria.”

“Good bye.”

Lincoln winked at Rosalie. “See ya, Rosie-girl.”

“Bye, Lincoln.”

When the lion shifter was gone, Bria smiled at Rosalie. “So, you like Lincoln, huh?”

Rosalie paled and dropped her half-eaten apple on the table. “What? No, of course not. Why would you say that? I do favours for everyone in the office. It doesn’t mean I like him.”

“No, I – sorry, I could just smell your… when he came in, your scent changed and was… uh, never mind. I’m being stupid.”

Rosalie stared at her. “What about my scent?”

“Nothing,” Bria said. “Your scent was nothing.”

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