Bewitching the wearwolf

Bewitching the werwolf

"Chapter 3

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I took the opportunity to dress up very seriously. It sounds stupid, but I have a thing for little black dresses. Especially when they are on a clearance rack. And it happens a lot, because all women love a little black dress, and yet, have nowhere to go.

Hence, they go on clearance until some chump like me comes along and buys it. Even though I know I'll just stick it in my closet and watch it turn grey from dust.""But not tonight!

There was a knock on the door at 6:30 sharp. I opened the door and there was Zack. He was wearing a tux. An expensive, custom made tux, which meant that not only did I get to see how square his broad shoulders were, but I could see his lean waist and imagine the washboard abs that were undoubtedly rippling with every breath.

Dogs aren't the only ones who drool.

"Hi. You look wonderful." He was looking me up and down" "like he meant it.

I blushed and beckoned him inside.

I just needed perfume and my purse. He followed me in, glancing around the room. I grabbed my perfume off the bed and was about to spritz it on when Zack spoke up.

"Sorry, could you not put perfume on? I've got a massive headache and my super power is a heightened sense of smell." He seemed apologetic.

"Sure. No problem." Super-smell? I couldn't imagine that was much of a plus. "I already put on"

"body lotion. Hopefully it's not too strong." I wasn't sure what else to say. I'd never had to apologize for smelling good before. "Do you want me to get rid of your headache?"

He looked at my lips. "Can you do that?"

I tried desperately not to lick them or slap my hand over my mouth to hide myself away from him.

"Yeah. Start getting your money's worth, huh? Just sit down."

He unbuttoned the jacket of his suit and sat down on the bed"

"The only chair was covered in clothes. There is no magic spell for putting clothes away, trust me.

My stomach flip flopped. I had this desperate urge to push him back and climb on top of him. Hot, hot, man.

Trapped in my room.

And now he's on my bed.

Unbuttoning his clothes.

Yowzah.

Zack looked at me, his nostrils flaring slightly and I had this sudden and profound worry that he could smell my desire. His hands went to his thighs and he rubbed"

"his pants briefly as though cold.

"Or I could give you an Advil?" I said, hoping he'd take me up on it. It was entirely possible I would sexually assault him if I got too close.

And I think that might be enough to get me fired.

His gaze met mine before sliding down my body like I was a bloody steak. It was the wolf who was watching me now. Cold and calculating instead of the Ivy League businessman. His voice was little more than a growl that vibrated through me. "No. You do "Oh mama.

I took a step closer to him and then another, so that I was standing right between his legs. A chair would have been better-- then I could have stood behind him. But the only thing worse than standing between his legs would be crawling onto the bed behind him.