Page 6 of Love That Sass

Gwendolyn, he thought, sounding it out in his head. It was a nice name. Old-fashioned and sweet. He liked it. Hoped he’d get a chance to use it. If she let him.

Gulp.

Oh fuck. He’d really messed this thing up. Weylin’s face fell as he watched the stranger cross her arms over her chest as she gave Lucy the lowdown. Well, her version of it. As Weylin listened, he learned she was from town and had come in looking for a job not to get felt up by some sleazy bartender.

Shit.

Hey, wait. He didn’t even feel her up! He wanted to, sure, but he didn’t. Hmm. Maybe he should have led with ahow are youand not a lip lock? But damn, who could blame him? She was spectacular.

The woman was all of five-foot three, give or take, with a curvy little figure that made the beast within him wild for the woman. Weylin just couldn’t stop staring at her. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit, causing his Dire Wolf to growl and other parts of him to perk up as visions of those luscious globes backed up against his naked thighs swam around in his head.

Fuck yeah.

Weylin could not wait to get lost in that body. It had been a good long while since he’d been this worked up, and so damn fast, too. He thumped a fist nonchalantly against his dick just to settle the damn thing down.

Meanwhile, his eyes ate her up from the top of her head, covered with long, dark hair down to her warm, clever brown eyes, and that figure—good gods. He could come just looking at the creature.

He was practically panting for her, and for all his years, that was saying something. He’d become an addict in a moment, but he was Wolf enough to admit it. If only he could go back in time and start over.

“He meant well, I am sure. You know how it is, good-looking guy gets over-confident, assumes every girl is into him,” Lucy was trying to explain away his bad behavior.

He hoped she would forgive him, let him start again. Hell, he needed her to, but when Gwendolyn looked at him, it was not with the same heated glow he knew was shining in his own poignant stare.

In fact, the woman looked at Weylin like he was a cockroach crawling across her shoe. Equal parts fear and revulsion. Shit. This was not doing any favors for his self-esteem.

Not good, dude. So not good.

He never had a woman hate him on sight. Never mind, one he was decidedly interested in. And this was more than a cursory interest. If his Wolf was right, and the animal had never been wrong, the female was his. As inHIS—all caps.

Mine. Mate.

“Whatever. I am sure he is used to women falling over themselves to get to him, but that’s just not me,” Gwendolyn said to Lucy.

“I am so sorry about that. He is housebroken, I swear,” Lucy replied sympathetically, as she patted the woman on the arm.

“Look, I am sorry about the slap, but he deserved it. Maybe I made a mistake coming in.”

“No!” he shouted, biting his tongue when both women jumped.

Shit.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled.

“I just came in for a job, not to get involved in whatever this is with you guys,” she said, signaling between the two of them.

“What? Ohmygawd! You think we are together? No. We are not an item,” Lucy hurried to explain, and he could have kissed the Alpha fem.

“You’re not?” Gwendolyn asked, eyebrows arched.

“Hell no. Um, Weylin is like my brother. My very poorly behaved brother.”

“I see,” Gwen replied, a tight smile on her face. She looked like she wanted to bolt.

Fuck.

“Well, Wey, what do you have to say for yourself?” Lucy hissed the question, and he could tell the Alpha fem was pissed.

“Uh,” he mumbled, and glanced from the angry pregnant female Shifter to the shocked and maybe pissed off human. Rubbing the back of his head with one hand, Weylin shrugged and said the only thing he could think of.

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