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had stopped shaking. “Isn’t that stalking?”
“I don’t know.” Another March wind lanced through the thin fabric of the covered entryway. Carefully, I placed my hands over hers on my chest to keep them from getting cold. “What do you think?”
“I think it is a little bit.” Her swallow was audible as she stared at our hands, together for a moment. “But I think I like you anyway.”
Releasing her hands, I stroked the side of her face, enjoying the shiver that coursed through her at my claiming touch. “Good.”
Her gaze slid over my shoulder, to the plastic-windowed door behind me leading back to the restaurant. “And I think my date was kind of a creep, to be honest. So thank you for rescuing me .”
The thought of Lonan, that morally bankrupt asshole so much as breathing the same air as my mate made my whole face hot. And him as a creep was a best-case scenario. There was the possibility he was only interested in Rose because of his job.
“Creep is an understatement.” I gritted my teeth battling down the rage, and pressed a hand to the back of my neck over my matemark to soothe me. I would tell her everything after I calmed down.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said. “There are just some important things I have to tell you.”
“Oh yeah?” She said and shivered from the cold.
I wanted to rub my hands up and down her arms, then remembered that I could now. Soon we’d have no secrets at all between us.
I reached out, but she ducked away, biting her lip, smiling at me shyly. “How about we go somewhere warmer first. Do you want to get dinner at my apartment?”
Chapter 9
DANIEL
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel and stared at the bumper of the taxi in front of me. Pedestrians jostled past us on the grate-covered sidewalk which vibrated from the subway rumbling through the labyrinth of tunnels below. Both modes of transportation were faster than my car, but I didn’t buy a Mercedes for speed.
My Mercedes was my cocoon of black leather and muted chrome. It shielded me from the worst of the smells, voices, and glances of the city. Also its stability controls, according to the advertisements, were enough to ward off a moose attack. My inner lion, with its habitual hatred for all gazelle-like animals, appreciated that. But the biggest plus of all was a minor detail not at all unique to my vehicle. Seat belts.
A black strap crossed over my mate’s chest and buckled her in tight. Her hands were absentmindedly running over the soft leather of the dashboard.
“I forgot how comfortable these seats are,” she whispered. “It’s like sitting on a waterbed full of butter.”
My inner lion tossed its mane in satisfaction at the thought of making our mate comfortable. Safe.
I smiled to myself and flicked on my turn signal. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Oh, you heard that.” Rose looked down at the floor mats and scratched her wrist. “Yeah, my mother drives a Mercedes too.”
I massaged the steering wheel with my palms. Now would’ve been a great time to tell her, but I couldn’t risk her doing something drastic while I was driving.
I cleared my throat and gave a little too much to gas as the light turned green. Then I merged onto a side street. I often took roundabout routes. That way if someone was following me, I’d know, but now I wasn’t looking behind me.
My gaze slid over Rose’s body. Her scent of lilacs and morning dew hit me afresh in the confines of the car, and the red and yellow shades of her dress enhanced the undertones of her fawn-colored skin and drew my eyes to her chest. I remembered her nipples brushing against my pecs, and just like that my cock was hard.
I opened my mouth, needing some topic of conversation, and grunted, “Your necklace is gone.”
“What?” Rose touched her chest to check and looked down. “Oh, yeah.” She fluffed out her hair, bringing her braids over her shoulders to hide her face from me, but I
“I don’t know.” Another March wind lanced through the thin fabric of the covered entryway. Carefully, I placed my hands over hers on my chest to keep them from getting cold. “What do you think?”
“I think it is a little bit.” Her swallow was audible as she stared at our hands, together for a moment. “But I think I like you anyway.”
Releasing her hands, I stroked the side of her face, enjoying the shiver that coursed through her at my claiming touch. “Good.”
Her gaze slid over my shoulder, to the plastic-windowed door behind me leading back to the restaurant. “And I think my date was kind of a creep, to be honest. So thank you for rescuing me .”
The thought of Lonan, that morally bankrupt asshole so much as breathing the same air as my mate made my whole face hot. And him as a creep was a best-case scenario. There was the possibility he was only interested in Rose because of his job.
“Creep is an understatement.” I gritted my teeth battling down the rage, and pressed a hand to the back of my neck over my matemark to soothe me. I would tell her everything after I calmed down.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“Fine,” I said. “There are just some important things I have to tell you.”
“Oh yeah?” She said and shivered from the cold.
I wanted to rub my hands up and down her arms, then remembered that I could now. Soon we’d have no secrets at all between us.
I reached out, but she ducked away, biting her lip, smiling at me shyly. “How about we go somewhere warmer first. Do you want to get dinner at my apartment?”
Chapter 9
DANIEL
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel and stared at the bumper of the taxi in front of me. Pedestrians jostled past us on the grate-covered sidewalk which vibrated from the subway rumbling through the labyrinth of tunnels below. Both modes of transportation were faster than my car, but I didn’t buy a Mercedes for speed.
My Mercedes was my cocoon of black leather and muted chrome. It shielded me from the worst of the smells, voices, and glances of the city. Also its stability controls, according to the advertisements, were enough to ward off a moose attack. My inner lion, with its habitual hatred for all gazelle-like animals, appreciated that. But the biggest plus of all was a minor detail not at all unique to my vehicle. Seat belts.
A black strap crossed over my mate’s chest and buckled her in tight. Her hands were absentmindedly running over the soft leather of the dashboard.
“I forgot how comfortable these seats are,” she whispered. “It’s like sitting on a waterbed full of butter.”
My inner lion tossed its mane in satisfaction at the thought of making our mate comfortable. Safe.
I smiled to myself and flicked on my turn signal. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Oh, you heard that.” Rose looked down at the floor mats and scratched her wrist. “Yeah, my mother drives a Mercedes too.”
I massaged the steering wheel with my palms. Now would’ve been a great time to tell her, but I couldn’t risk her doing something drastic while I was driving.
I cleared my throat and gave a little too much to gas as the light turned green. Then I merged onto a side street. I often took roundabout routes. That way if someone was following me, I’d know, but now I wasn’t looking behind me.
My gaze slid over Rose’s body. Her scent of lilacs and morning dew hit me afresh in the confines of the car, and the red and yellow shades of her dress enhanced the undertones of her fawn-colored skin and drew my eyes to her chest. I remembered her nipples brushing against my pecs, and just like that my cock was hard.
I opened my mouth, needing some topic of conversation, and grunted, “Your necklace is gone.”
“What?” Rose touched her chest to check and looked down. “Oh, yeah.” She fluffed out her hair, bringing her braids over her shoulders to hide her face from me, but I
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