Page 82 of Bria and the Tiger

Her face turned bright red and she groaned inwardly when she had to stop for another red light. “That’s really personal.”

“You asked me a personal question.”

“There’s a big difference between asking someone where they buy their clothes and asking someone about their sex life.”

He just shrugged, and she stared out the windshield. She wasn’t going to tell the polar bear shifter why she wanted to sleep with Lincoln. It was none of his business.

“I don’t want to-to just fuck a lion shifter,” she blurted out. “I want to date a lion shifter named Lincoln.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Why does anyone want to date someone? He’s handsome and smart and funny. I like him.”

He looked her up and down. “You’re not his type.”

“You don’t even know him. Besides, lion shifters like all sorts of women. Even chubby ones,” she said defensively.

“Not talking about your looks. And I do know him. He comes to the bar all the time. Goes home with a different shifter every time.”

She had an immediate urge to defend Lincoln. “That doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

“You’re too sweet for a lion shifter.”

“You don’t know that I’m sweet.”

“Anyone who needs to buy a book on how to have kinky sex, is too sweet for a lion shifter.”

“Oh my God! I am not discussing my sex life with you. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with expanding your knowledge on certain subjects. Reading is never a bad thing.”

He laughed, and a weird trickle of heat went through her belly. He had a nice laugh. An amazing laugh, actually, and her irritation and embarrassment disappeared almost immediately.

“You should stay away from him,” he said.

“I’ll take your suggestion under advisement.” She pulled into the Standen Park complex and he pointed toward a townhouse.

“It’s that one on the end.”

She stopped in front of his house and he reached for the door. “Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”

He slid out of the truck. Before he could slam the door shut, she said, “I leave for work around eight. I can stop and pick you up if you want a ride to a car parts store or something.”

He hesitated, and she smiled tentatively at him. “I really don’t mind.”

“Yeah, okay,” he grunted. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. See you at eight.”

“Bye.” He shut the door and walked into his house without looking back.

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