Page 30 of Blood Moon
“You’re totally out of it. What’s wrong?”
He pinched his lips together while his eyes darted around the area. “I’m just thinking about the guys, that’s all.” He held up a red and white dress, “What do you say I follow you into the dressing room so I can rip these off you after you try them on?” he winked, obviously trying to derail the conversation for obvious reasons.
I glanced over and saw a group of girls who were checking out the hot shifter and obviously hanging on to every move Zane made while I shopped the store. There was more going on in his head, but supernatural conversations would have to wait for now.
“Everything cool, though?” I mouthed, ignoring the giggling college girls across the rack from Zane.
“Try those outfits on.” He smiled and turned back to the clothes.
What the hell was going on with him, and why did he have this weird look on his face so suddenly? I went through the motions of trying on a few summer dresses only to come out to find the bold girls surrounding Zane like he was a celebrity they’d caught shopping in the mall.
“You have to come to Gabby’s party tonight,” one begged with her vibrant blue eyes.
I smirked. I definitely couldn’t blame them for being starstruck by the shifter. He was the true definition of tall, dark, and handsome. They’d all probably die a dreamy death if the vampires were here with us too.
“That would be a problem,” Zane answered. “You see, I’m here with my girl, and she might get pissed off if I head off to your party.”
All eyes went to me. These girls were the perfect specimens of a female. Tall, silky hair, perfect bodies, and their expressions told me that they wouldn’t believe in a million years that a guy like Zane would call me his girl.
“Oh,” one answered. “You wouldn’t get pissed, would you?”
I stared at the blonde beauty, wondering if she was on something, drunk, or just delusional. I mean, I knew there were bitches out there, but this was going a step too far. Instead of meeting her with an answer that brought me to her level, I thought I’d leave it to Zane to handle his new groupies.
“Not at all,” I smirked at Zane’s smile. “He’s his own man. Why don’t we ask him?” I arched a playful eyebrow at Zane’s playful expression.
He glanced at the girls who were gawking and waiting for his response. His smile brought a bright shade of red to their confident cheeks.
“It’ll be fun!” Blondie insisted.
Zane studied her for a moment, and I could swear the chick was melting under his sexy gaze. “As enticing as it all sounds,” he looked over at me, “I plan on fucking my girl in every room of our house tonight.” He looked back at their shocked expressions. “Sorry, but it’s taking all I have not to pull her sexy ass back into that dressing room and let her have it right now.”
“Ew, are you serious?” one of the shorter girls in the group asked in disgust.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Zane’s voice lowered. “Go fuck up someone else’s relationship. Stay the hell away from mine.”
“What a dick!” Blondie said as the girls fled from the store in total shock.
“I thought we were keeping a low profile?” I shook my head at Zane.
“Hey, I’m not the whore who’s coming onto a guy right in front of his girl.” He took the clothes I was buying from my hand. “I may have gone a little far with them, but you left it up to me, and I was just as honest as they were.”
“Oh, you want to fuck me in that dressing room, eh?” I asked while we walked up to the clerk.
“Say the word, and I’m on it.” He smiled at the lady ringing up my dresses.
“Stay away from those girls,” she said, smiling at both of us. “They’re down here every year. They think they own Miami since one’s father is a well-known politician down here.” She rolled her eyes.
“So, my guy just pissed off an entitled bitch?”
“Pretty much.” She chuckled. “Careful, or they’ll shut you out of every place in Miami.”
Zane rolled his eyes and handed the girl his credit card for the purchase. “Yeah, we’re not necessarily here to make friends, so that works for us.”
“He’s in a shitty mood.” I covered for Zane, who was now being a prick to the cashier.
“I don’t blame him,” she said, pulling the garment bag over my purchases and handing them to Zane. “Take care, and have a good one.”
“Let’s get back to the house,” Zane said.
