the heated expression on his face and the growing tent in his undies. While I would normally avoid hanky-panky in the dressing room, after the searing hot kiss he bestowed on me before his dance, I leaned toward giving kinkiness a try.
Just as I opened my mouth, Misha flounced in, slamming the door behind her.
Just great . As if the evening wasn't bad enough already. Seems the witch had arrived. Too bad Misha wasn't gray headed, spindle thin, and bug-eyed. Where were those magic potions to turn her into a turtle when you needed one?
"Why haven't you answered my calls?" She threw her bag on the desk, standing toe-to-toe with Meat.
His gaze flicked over her. "I've been busy."
She sneered. "Busy with what? Sleeping with the bearded dragon?"
"Hey!" I glared at her.
She turned to snarl back. "I hear you're a jail bird."
"Yeah, well. I hear you're a slut." I stuck my chin in the air with that comeback. Her answering hiss told me I hit a nerve. Score one for me.
Her head snapped around, dismissing me with a haughty shrug. "You've been avoiding me."
I took the opportunity to have a seat on the chair and watch as the fireworks flew. Served him right for being a caveman to have to deal with the whiney shrew.
He didn't answer, simply shrugged. Then his attention focused back on me, his gaze alone set my stomach into a slow, exquisite somersault.
"I've lost something." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "Something vital. And, need your help finding it." Her eyes darted my direction but quickly returned to Meat.
Yeah, she's lost something all right. What little brain cells that remained.
Meat looked at her, his attention snared. "What is it?"
Her shoulders relaxed, easing back, her spine rounded a bit, allowing her cleavage to bulge out farther. "The Talisman Stone," she answered quietly, lowering her head as if in shame.
"You what ?" His anger flew to the fore. "Do you have any idea what could happen if that got into the wrong hands?"
I blinked and kept my mouth shut. Meat shifted gears, sparing me a quick look of resignation and regret. "I'll have to call a rain check."
"I'm not going anywhere. I know about 'others'"—I did the quotation sign with my fingers—"so there is no need to shoo me off like a hungry bunny eyeing a tomato plant."
Misha took offense. "This isn't human business, simpleton." She spun on her stilettos, adjusting the teeny black dress that barely covered her behind and endowed cleavage at the same time.
"I'm dating a shifter, lackwit," I fired back.
A throat cleared loudly, before Meat broke in. "Maybe she's right. It's better that you aren't a part of this."
"What?" I gaped at him in surprise.
He sighed heavily. "This involves some tightly held shape-shifter secrets. I don't want you in danger in case someone learns you have this knowledge."
Oh, he didn't think I would actually buy that, did he? I stomped my foot for emphasis. "I don't care. We're a team."
"Not this time," he announced with a firm voice that invited no argument.
I gasped, hurt by his unyielding stance. He expected me to walk away leaving him with Marilyn the Octopus in this room while she gave him her piddley excuse as to how she lost this item? Knowing her manipulation, she created this whole scenario in order to steal his attentions back to her. Why couldn't he see that for himself? He must be using that southern brain again instead of the one with all the neurons that actually worked from time to time.
Misha looked back and forth between Meat and I before tilting her head. "Trouble in paradise?"
That comment stomped on my last nerve. "Listen, blonde bimbo…"
"Shyanne!" Meat interjected with a severe frown.
"Why doesn't she take this problem to her alpha, the leader of her clan? Why does she come to you, instead?" I flung back at him.
"She is."
"What?" I glanced from him to her and back again.
He relented and offered up a quick explanation. "My father is actually the alpha of the Familia , our pack so to speak.
Just as I opened my mouth, Misha flounced in, slamming the door behind her.
Just great . As if the evening wasn't bad enough already. Seems the witch had arrived. Too bad Misha wasn't gray headed, spindle thin, and bug-eyed. Where were those magic potions to turn her into a turtle when you needed one?
"Why haven't you answered my calls?" She threw her bag on the desk, standing toe-to-toe with Meat.
His gaze flicked over her. "I've been busy."
She sneered. "Busy with what? Sleeping with the bearded dragon?"
"Hey!" I glared at her.
She turned to snarl back. "I hear you're a jail bird."
"Yeah, well. I hear you're a slut." I stuck my chin in the air with that comeback. Her answering hiss told me I hit a nerve. Score one for me.
Her head snapped around, dismissing me with a haughty shrug. "You've been avoiding me."
I took the opportunity to have a seat on the chair and watch as the fireworks flew. Served him right for being a caveman to have to deal with the whiney shrew.
He didn't answer, simply shrugged. Then his attention focused back on me, his gaze alone set my stomach into a slow, exquisite somersault.
"I've lost something." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "Something vital. And, need your help finding it." Her eyes darted my direction but quickly returned to Meat.
Yeah, she's lost something all right. What little brain cells that remained.
Meat looked at her, his attention snared. "What is it?"
Her shoulders relaxed, easing back, her spine rounded a bit, allowing her cleavage to bulge out farther. "The Talisman Stone," she answered quietly, lowering her head as if in shame.
"You what ?" His anger flew to the fore. "Do you have any idea what could happen if that got into the wrong hands?"
I blinked and kept my mouth shut. Meat shifted gears, sparing me a quick look of resignation and regret. "I'll have to call a rain check."
"I'm not going anywhere. I know about 'others'"—I did the quotation sign with my fingers—"so there is no need to shoo me off like a hungry bunny eyeing a tomato plant."
Misha took offense. "This isn't human business, simpleton." She spun on her stilettos, adjusting the teeny black dress that barely covered her behind and endowed cleavage at the same time.
"I'm dating a shifter, lackwit," I fired back.
A throat cleared loudly, before Meat broke in. "Maybe she's right. It's better that you aren't a part of this."
"What?" I gaped at him in surprise.
He sighed heavily. "This involves some tightly held shape-shifter secrets. I don't want you in danger in case someone learns you have this knowledge."
Oh, he didn't think I would actually buy that, did he? I stomped my foot for emphasis. "I don't care. We're a team."
"Not this time," he announced with a firm voice that invited no argument.
I gasped, hurt by his unyielding stance. He expected me to walk away leaving him with Marilyn the Octopus in this room while she gave him her piddley excuse as to how she lost this item? Knowing her manipulation, she created this whole scenario in order to steal his attentions back to her. Why couldn't he see that for himself? He must be using that southern brain again instead of the one with all the neurons that actually worked from time to time.
Misha looked back and forth between Meat and I before tilting her head. "Trouble in paradise?"
That comment stomped on my last nerve. "Listen, blonde bimbo…"
"Shyanne!" Meat interjected with a severe frown.
"Why doesn't she take this problem to her alpha, the leader of her clan? Why does she come to you, instead?" I flung back at him.
"She is."
"What?" I glanced from him to her and back again.
He relented and offered up a quick explanation. "My father is actually the alpha of the Familia , our pack so to speak.
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