The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Four

DRAVEN

“I didn’t miss anything,” I say with a roll of my eyes. Glancing around him at the back table, I can see Barbie staring at us with daggers in her eyes. “Your date looks thirsty,” I quip. “So, what can I get you?”

He glares, shoving himself forward to lean across the bar.

God he looks good in that tight white shirt.

“What did that Armani Moron give you?” He hisses at me, eyeing the small bulge in my pants’ pocket.

At first, I am a little confused, then I realize he is referring to Mister Hottie in the three-piece. “A twenty,” I answer, not really sure why. I don’t owe this fool any explanations.

His jaw clenches before he smiks. A deep dimple forming in one cheek. “What else?”

My eyes narrow at him, my gaze stuttering on the impatient line of patrons behind him. “Do you want something or not?”

“What else did he give you?” He asks again.

He couldn’t possibly have noticed the little folded paper with the phone number on it, right?

“His number,” I say to him softly as his silver eyes fall toward my lips.

He jerks backward, still staring at my mouth. “One hard lemonade and two shots of Jack,” he says. Then ripping his eyes to the left, he glares at Mister Hottie’s table.

“Coming right up,” I say, turning around to grab the ingredients.

I can feel him watching me and I do my best to focus. It was all I could do to keep my momentum going and not spill anything with the fire of his eyes on my back.

“Let me have it,” Domonic commands from behind me, causing me to laugh as I mix lemon syrup and vodka in a hot glass from under the shelf.

“I’m not done making it,” I snipe, turning back around.

He grins at me, going full dimple and swiping two fingers over his chin. Then, giving me a stupidly sexy look, he says, “I’m talking about the guy’s phone number. Not the drinks.”

many.” And it’s the truth. In just the few

off the counter. “Have Bart meet me in the back room.” He

Make that four hundred-seventy-five.

charm my way through the next five patrons. In fact, each time I look up I am met with his heavy lidded gaze. But the dimples are gone. It seems the smile from before was given only so

damn that

to me so suddenly, I have to suppress a scream.

“Am I that hard to

wants to see

“My friend?”

startling me

we

disappear down the hall toward the restrooms and into the office in the back. Seeing that they left the door slightly ajar, I scan the action around me. Satisfied that a moment away won’t be too terrible, I make my way toward

station myself between stacks of boxes just

the hell is she

does it

I want her

the big deal? She needed help and I gave it to

need any strangers around here

is contributing. Just look out

“I’m aware.”

only is she gorgeous, but she’s really good. So,

one last chance

What exactly is your problem

and she doesn’t

Maybe her stepdaddy will find her and put a few more bruises on her body. Or maybe his son will.

Bart

fuck are you

or because she’s spoiled, or because she didn’t get her way. She left them because they were abusing her! I saw the fruits of their labor all over her body

the thud of someone hitting the wall. Even the boxes

like that

what is it like then, huh? Did you touch her?”

her! So let