My eyes catch on the hard nipples pressing against her shirt.
At the sound of a frustrated huff, I glance up from her glorious tits to find Juliet glaring at me. Then, much to my consternation, she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding the precious points from me.
“You’re not taking me out,” she says.
Something about the tone of her voice chips away my content feeling.
“Are you busy?”
If she has a date, that shit is getting canceled.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Juliet steps behind me to open the door.
Is she dismissing me?
“Whatareyou saying?”
When she’s back in front of me, the annoyance is gone from Juliet’s face. Instead, she wears an almost-panicked smile. Overly large, with too many teeth showing.
“Thank you for your apology pie. And the card. And for the orgasm. Now we can be friendly acquaintances. Good night!”With her palms flat on my chest, she shoves me backward into the chilly evening air.
And I’m so shocked that I let her. It’s not until the door is closed, locked, and I hear the beep of the security system engaging that I wonder if I should’ve held my ground.
I knock on the door and call out her name.
The porch light shuts off.
Hands braced on my hips, I let out a disbelieving laugh.
So, that’s how it’s going to be?
I make sure my footsteps fall heavy as I move toward my truck. When I’m in the cab, I bring my shirt to my nose. The cloth smells of Juliet’s scent and her arousal. Her passion for what we just did.
What she directed me to do.
And now she wants to just be friendly acquaintances?
A growl rumbles low in my chest. I can’t tell if I’m pissed off or excited for the chase.
26
JULIET
As much asthe werewolf aggravates me, I can’t say he’s dishonest.
Roderick strolls into the library right before the noon hour. Just like he said he would.
But this is one of those times I hoped I was being lied to.
Doesn’t matter that my pulse is all fluttery and my skin suddenly feels hot and sensitive. Doesn’t matter that his black thermal hugs his broad chest in all the right ways. Doesn’t matter that the moment his eyes meet mine, my vagina starts doing lunges to limber up.
You stop that right now, vagina!
All that matters is, I know, in the long-term, Roderick cannot be what I need from a partner.
Last night was supposed to be a simple challenge for myself. Prove that I could be brave and seek my own pleasure.
But it was also supposed to be a onetime thing. Or at least that was what I’d decided it would be once I had a moment to gather my thoughts.
