Page 12 of Big Bad Bully
My wolf doesn’t like this scent of defeat on the human.
I whip out of my phone. “I’ll arrange a joint meeting,” I say before considering what I’m suggesting. I’m going to torture myself with another face-to-face with this vixen? It’s a terrible idea. But I’m already typing out a text to Brick. “The four of us can sit down and talk about it together.”
I fire off a text to Brick:
Aubrey and I need to meet with you and Madi re: bachelor party.
Tomorrow night, my place.
I’m disgusted that I typed the words “Aubrey and I.” There is no Aubrey and I. That’s fucking absurd. But I don’t hate the idea of having her in my penthouse. Getting her scent on my sofa. In the rugs. Of course, that would involve me putting her on her knees on the floor. Better yet, face down on her belly, legs spread wide.
Damn, my cock’s so hard it’s going to break off.
“Does tomorrow night work for you?” I demand belatedly. I’ve already sent the text.
Surprise registers on her face. “Uh…yeah. I mean, if that works for Madi.” I catch the sadness to her scent again, and my hard-on droops.
I rub my forehead, contemplating the problem. I am an extremely good fixer. It’s how I made myself indispensable to Brick early on. Give me a situation, and I will strategize the hell out of it. And I’m not afraid to make the hard or dangerous decisions. To put myself at risk to achieve the desired result.
What’s bizarre is that I’m analyzing an emotional problem. A human female’s emotional problem.
It’s definitely a first for me.
The server arrives at our table to deliver the platters of sushi and take our number away.
I have to admit the food looks good, but I’m still gnawing on Aubrey’s situation.
“You miss Madi,” I say out loud.
Her chopsticks pause halfway to her mouth, and those purple-mauve lips part.
I get an even bigger blast of her sadness, which does something strange to my chest.
“I…” There’s a flash of vulnerability on her face that simultaneously gashes my chest open and makes me wish I hadn’t asked. I don’t like to see her made vulnerable.
Not this way.
Only naked and tied with my rope.
She shrugs. “I mean, yeah. We didn’t see each other all that much when we lived together, but it was fun. And we used to talk on the phone more. But…she’s even busier with Torrent than she was with Moon Co., and the rest of her time is apparently spent in bed with Brick.” She flashes a forced smile, attempting to lift the mood.
I pick up a roll with my chopsticks and pop it in my mouth. “Yes it is,” I agree, chewing.
Aubrey was right–the food is delicious. Not that I’m going to tell her that.
“They’re disgusting.”
Aubrey’s light laugh is genuine, and my wolf relaxes a bit.
We eat in silence. Apparently, Aubrey is starving because she inhales the food. I let her eat until she slows and then move in to kill the rest.
“So a coed party. No groom shower. Anything else?”
“You’ll have to get Brick to the ceremony on time and hold the rings. And you’ll make a toast at the reception.”
“Pass,” I say immediately.
“It’s required.” Aubrey makes her voice hard. I can’t decide if she’s fucking with me again or not.
