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.”

is only one of many.” And it’s the truth. In just the few hours since we’d opened, I’ve already made four

meet me in the back room.” He slaps a hundred on

Make that four hundred-seventy-five.

me as I charm my way through the next five patrons. In fact, each time I look up I am met with

damn that

to me so suddenly, I have to suppress

giggles, “Am I that hard to look

wants to

“My friend?”

Domonic says, startling me and causing me to

we share

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

of boxes just outside of the office door

hell is she still

does it

know I

you said. I remember. What’s the big deal? She needed help and I gave it to

any strangers

contributing. Just look out front. The place is

“I’m aware.”

she’s really good. So, what’s the problem? What’s really

last chance to get

your problem with her? She’s a sweet

smartass and

the poor girl on her way then. Maybe her stepdaddy will find her and put a few more bruises on her body. Or maybe his son will. That might make you might feel a

not swearing Bart to

What the fuck are you

silly disagreement, or because she’s spoiled, or because she didn’t get her way. She left them because

someone hitting the wall. Even the boxes shudder around me.

like that

then, huh? Did you touch her?” Another thud.

her!