Page 37 of Just a Friend for the Lion
MJ laughs at something he says, and that’s when I step in.
“He’s not for you, Kitten,” I murmur, low and lethal.
She startles, eyes narrowing as she turns to glare at me.
“Excuse me?”
“Mule Shifter,” I nod toward the guy who’swisely already backing away. “Too stubborn. You’d kill each other by week two.”
MJ glares at me like she’s debating whether to hex me or throw her drink in my face.
“You did not just chase that man off.”
I shrug. “Didn’t say a word. Just standing here being my charming self.”
She rolls her eyes and pivots away, heading for the dessert table like she’s about to eat her feelings.
A slick-looking guy in a gray velvet blazer steps into her path.
Nose that screams look at me, strong jaw, confident swagger.
Rhino.
He flashes her a practiced smile. MJ blushes.
I growl again.
“Wrong again, Kitten,” I mutter, stepping beside her before she can answer him. “You’ll break yourself on that monster.”
MJ turns slowly, lips parted.
“What are you now? My personal matchmaker?”
I give her my best smirk.
“Sure. I can be that.”
She crosses her arms, and I have to fight the urge to adjust myself, because those curves in that dress are doing serious damage tomy sanity.
“I can be a real good friend, MJ. Just give me a chance.”
Her eyes widen. “You want to be my friend?”
“I do.”
And more, Little Kitten,I add silently.
So much more.
I want to be her friend, yes. But also, I know she is it for me. And I wanna be everything to her.
Mate. Partner. Problem. Obsession. Love.
Her lips part like she can hear every single unspoken word. Her eyes soften, just for a second, and then—she sighs.
It’s the kind of sigh that makes her whole chest rise and fall, her cleavage bouncing like a damn temptation trap, and I’m gone.
Utterly.
