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twisted her hair up and reached for a clip, but then let it drop instead. Tristen liked her hair down.
She kept her heels on and made her way to the bathroom to apply her makeup. It gave her a chance to get used to wearing the heels and hopefully prevent her from falling on her ass. She preferred to be barefoot or to wear flats, but Tristen liked her in heels.
Of course guys think heels are sexy—they don’t have to wear them , Lauren thought, rolling her eyes.
After one last glance in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, Lauren hurried through the darkened apartment, the tap of her heels echoing through the quiet rooms. She grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and yanked a black cardigan from the coat rack just in case she needed it.
Hopefully, there will be no drama at the club , she mused as she locked her apartment door. She glanced down at her exposed cleavage and fought the urge to groan. Tristen had a jealous streak a mile wide, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it tonight.
Lauren walked into Tristen’s condo to the sound of a low whistle of appreciation. She smiled good-naturedly, but braced herself for her boyfriend’s response.
“Knock it off!” Tristen growled at his buddies, crossing the foyer to meet Lauren at the door. He looked utterly scrumptious tonight in a pair of black slacks that highlighted his muscular thighs and a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned to show a small triangle of smooth chest.
Lauren’s heart skipped a beat, as it always did, and she smiled at him.
In the living room, three of his closest friends lounged in various positions on the furniture as if they were posing for a magazine. Dark fairies were indeed an attractive bunch: they were all dark-haired and tanned with abnormally white, wolfish smiles and muscular bodies. It was like they were bred to raise a woman’s blood pressure on sight.
A room full of alpha males—the testosterone was through the roof.
“Come on, man! Your girl’s hot,” Garret said, his voice teasing. He had copper-colored hair, dark green eyes, and a charming smile. He was very popular with the ladies, but also arrogant as all get out.
The three fairies laughed until Tristen turned a withering glare on them. Then the room became quiet. He tended to have that effect on people; obviously he was the true alpha of the group.
After an uncomfortable pause, Lauren crossed the foyer, her heels clacking on the marble floor. His face was still. She searched his expression, not quite sure what she should do. She stopped beside him and placed her arm around his waist. He stiffened.
Wonderful start to the evening , Lauren thought with an inward sigh. How on earth could she fix this?
“As usual you’re the sexiest man in the room,” she told him softly.
He didn’t respond, but the tension in his jaw eased just a little.
“So where are we going tonight?” she said loudly, hoping to bring the guys into the conversation.
“Tony’s,” Garret replied, breaking the ice. “Lots of hot chicks there.”
“Good choice,” Lauren replied, ignoring the “hot chicks” part. She liked Tony’s; it was a frequent hangout of fairies both light and dark. “We haven’t been there in a while.”
Tristen’s body relaxed slightly. She ran her hand up the side of his waist and stepped in to tilt her head back and gently kiss his cheek.
“Well, let’s get going,” Connor said as he stood, his tall body unfolding from the couch like a predator’s.
In one swift motion, Galen followed suit, rising gracefully from the armchair. The most laid-back of the group, he had chosen worn, low slung jeans and a plain black t-shirt, where the others had dressed up. Garret and Connor were pretty, but Galen was sexy. An Irishman with rugged features that were not quite handsome, he had a jagged scar above his right eyebrow and his nose looked like it had been broken a time or two. His eyes were the color of honey, and his wavy, dark brown hair
She kept her heels on and made her way to the bathroom to apply her makeup. It gave her a chance to get used to wearing the heels and hopefully prevent her from falling on her ass. She preferred to be barefoot or to wear flats, but Tristen liked her in heels.
Of course guys think heels are sexy—they don’t have to wear them , Lauren thought, rolling her eyes.
After one last glance in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, Lauren hurried through the darkened apartment, the tap of her heels echoing through the quiet rooms. She grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and yanked a black cardigan from the coat rack just in case she needed it.
Hopefully, there will be no drama at the club , she mused as she locked her apartment door. She glanced down at her exposed cleavage and fought the urge to groan. Tristen had a jealous streak a mile wide, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it tonight.
Lauren walked into Tristen’s condo to the sound of a low whistle of appreciation. She smiled good-naturedly, but braced herself for her boyfriend’s response.
“Knock it off!” Tristen growled at his buddies, crossing the foyer to meet Lauren at the door. He looked utterly scrumptious tonight in a pair of black slacks that highlighted his muscular thighs and a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned to show a small triangle of smooth chest.
Lauren’s heart skipped a beat, as it always did, and she smiled at him.
In the living room, three of his closest friends lounged in various positions on the furniture as if they were posing for a magazine. Dark fairies were indeed an attractive bunch: they were all dark-haired and tanned with abnormally white, wolfish smiles and muscular bodies. It was like they were bred to raise a woman’s blood pressure on sight.
A room full of alpha males—the testosterone was through the roof.
“Come on, man! Your girl’s hot,” Garret said, his voice teasing. He had copper-colored hair, dark green eyes, and a charming smile. He was very popular with the ladies, but also arrogant as all get out.
The three fairies laughed until Tristen turned a withering glare on them. Then the room became quiet. He tended to have that effect on people; obviously he was the true alpha of the group.
After an uncomfortable pause, Lauren crossed the foyer, her heels clacking on the marble floor. His face was still. She searched his expression, not quite sure what she should do. She stopped beside him and placed her arm around his waist. He stiffened.
Wonderful start to the evening , Lauren thought with an inward sigh. How on earth could she fix this?
“As usual you’re the sexiest man in the room,” she told him softly.
He didn’t respond, but the tension in his jaw eased just a little.
“So where are we going tonight?” she said loudly, hoping to bring the guys into the conversation.
“Tony’s,” Garret replied, breaking the ice. “Lots of hot chicks there.”
“Good choice,” Lauren replied, ignoring the “hot chicks” part. She liked Tony’s; it was a frequent hangout of fairies both light and dark. “We haven’t been there in a while.”
Tristen’s body relaxed slightly. She ran her hand up the side of his waist and stepped in to tilt her head back and gently kiss his cheek.
“Well, let’s get going,” Connor said as he stood, his tall body unfolding from the couch like a predator’s.
In one swift motion, Galen followed suit, rising gracefully from the armchair. The most laid-back of the group, he had chosen worn, low slung jeans and a plain black t-shirt, where the others had dressed up. Garret and Connor were pretty, but Galen was sexy. An Irishman with rugged features that were not quite handsome, he had a jagged scar above his right eyebrow and his nose looked like it had been broken a time or two. His eyes were the color of honey, and his wavy, dark brown hair
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