Sweet, a guy who listens and actually apologizes when he’s wrong. She was feeling a little drawn to him as well, but there was no way she’d admit to it. “Accepted, now let’s go take some pictures.”
* * * * *
“She is amazing isn’t she?” Shana said to Connor during the endless rounds of photos. “She’s a wonderful woman. Dedicated to her work, and her friends. She’s never let me down, even when I was down on myself.”
Shana must know Katie was his mate, damn. “She sure seems nice when she’s not threatening to cut off your balls.” Okay, so he probably shouldn’t have said that.
“What did you do?” Shana’s whole demeanor changed. She was in pack Alpha mode. “She’s a reasonable and respectable person. If you upset her, I may just watch as she saws off your balls, with a rusty blade.”
Jake was eyeing Shana, and could hear every word she said. He snickered.
Connor, however, was repulsed. “Why would I insult my mate? She’s beautiful, intelligent, and obviously capable of holding her own with the wolves. I’m optimistic we’ll mate successfully.” He really wanted to mate with her often, and soon.
“Oohhh, that’s so sweet. I hope you’ll be able to convince her to come live here, with us. Petaluma is too far a drive. I want her close, make it happen.” She sounded approving.
“I’ll do my best Alpha.” There was a sparkle in his smile.
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Katie was ready for this event to be over. She was tired, her feet hurt, and she could only play nice for an hour more-at most. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine along with the champagne. She couldn’t deny she was a bit tipsy.
She danced with random people, and in general, got to know a little about everyone. These seemed to be hard working men and women. She knew she’d be comfortable in a small town like this one, and she was looking for a change. This town held what little family she had, Shana and Trevor. She’d miss her partner though; Decker was like a brother to her.#p#分页标题#e#
“Want to dance pretty lady?”
How was he able to keep sneaking up on her? She couldn’t deny, his voice was like all of her sexual fantasies come to life. His voice melted over her and caused her to have chills. She wanted to give in to her impulses and jump his bones. Down girl.
“Sure, why not? I have nothing better to do.” That’s it, show him indifference, and then he won’t expect anything from you. He’ll see you for the bitter old maid you’ve become. Harsh, but true.
Conner took her firmly in his arms and twirled her around the dance floor. The crowd parted, and people stopped dancing to watch them. It was all very odd. Some would smell her when they went by, and others appeared to be bowing. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Did she remember deodorant? She discretely sniffed herself, nope, she smelled good.
After one too many spins on the dance floor she became a bit dizzy. “I need to rest a while. Go ahead and continue with someone else.”
Why did the thought of this handsome man dancing with another woman piss her off? She had to stop hitting the sauce. No more wine for her, it was making her irrational-and horny. She couldn’t stop glancing at Conner. She’d watch him when he wasn’t looking and cream her panties. She’d never had this type of reaction to a man. She wanted him.
Katie was deep in fantasy when she heard his voice.
“Do you want me to escort you to your room? The party’s almost over, and you appear exhausted.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. She was probably one of those women who thought he was putting her down, when really, he only wanted to see her comfortable.
“Fabulous. I’ll just go say congrats to the bride and groom once more, and then you can take me through this maze of a house. If I don’t have a guide, I’m sure to get lost.” Finally, someone could get her where she wanted to be, in bed. Uh, alone.
“Really, okay, I’ll just wait here.” He was shocked, and more than a little pleased that she had accepted his offer. Maybe they could spend some time together.
“Where the hell is this room I’m supposed to stay, in Texas?” They must have walked down five different hallways. She’d removed her FM shoes after the third hallway. “Sorry, I don’t mean to complain but it’s been a really long day, and I’m beat.”
He scooped her into his arms before she could protest. “We’re almost there, but I don’t want you to get blisters on your poor tootsies. Where are you from anyways?”
“Uhhhhh, I’m from Petaluma. I work and live there. That’s where Shana and I met.” She sounded hesitant as he placed her gently on her sore feet. “Thanks for the ride. Normally I’d protest, but you seem…sturdy.” Shit, did I actually say that out loud?