The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

DRAVEN

I scramble toward the other side of the hall so that it will look as if I am coming back from the restroom. Walking back toward the bar I am met with Bart’s sad, heavy eyes.

In an attempt to pretend I have no idea what is going on, I smile as brightly as my disappointed heart will allow. “What’s wrong boss?”

“Um, Draven – I have to-” he cuts off as someone approaches from behind me.

Gee lemme guess who it is. Eyeroll.

I could be deaf and blind, and I would still know who stood behind me. His heat is pressing against my back again and the hairs on my neck are standing at attention.

If I lean back, just a bit… my ass will push right against his…

No Draven no!

“Bartlett has to renovate the upstairs apartment – so you’ll have to stay somewhere else until it’s complete,” Domonic’s low voice interrupts.

What’s this now?

“Somewhere else?” My questioning eyes meet Bart’s and he shrugs. “Where else?”

Knowing what I do – which is that Domonic is lying – sparks an anger in me and I spin on him with a glare.

He is smirking, that sweet dimple winking enough to make my panties damp. “I can set you up in a place, a small condo at the top of the hill.”

“No thanks. I can’t afford it,” I say evenly, pushing my back against the counter to create distance between us. He is much too close. The mouthwatering smell of him is making me dizzy.

“You can afford it.” His jaw tightens and he glares down at me. “You won’t have to pay rent, because I own it.”

My eyes narrow and I tilt my head at him reproachfully.

I can’t let him know that I was listening to their conversation.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I growl.

He hisses, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Placing his hands on the bar on both sides of me, he cages me in yet again. Pushing in closer, so that we are a mere ifew inches away from each other, he replies, “Then you’ll stay with me. At my house.”

I hear Bart drop a glass behind the bar and curse.

I scoff, “With you? At your house?” Well if that didn’t spark a fit of giggles.”I’d rather sleep on the bar or at the train station,” I retort. “No thanks.”

stand my ground although my instincts have me reeling backward. His breath warms my neck, and I could swear I hear the beginnings of a groan. He whispers, “Then, either you take

his arms closing in on each side of my frame. As if he is

words catch in my throat as I feel the soft

the

Just until we can reinforce the

he meets my eyes drectly, nodding at me while I stand there panting

he smirks, crossing his arms

shit on purpose.

He must have seen me hiding back there.

chest sharply. “But I get to keep

back toward where Bart stands on the other side of the counter. “That’s not necessary, because

else. “It is necessary because I will

voice sounds from Domonic’s side and I know without looking that

as cute as I first thought. Her face is coated in an inch of make-up and her eyes are too close together, strangling the bridge of her pointy little nose. She does have nice tits though. The bitch. But one glance down tells

eyes find mine and she

She’s taller than me.

can take

back to Domonic. “Can you

“Skank?!” She fumes.

laughter adding another measure

your business. Go and get

Margo huh? Bleh. Boring,,,

toward the door. She is sure to

Cunt.

I was saying, you won’t be

chin as if I were deep in thought. “Well, then no deal. Because I like this job and you aren’t going to keep me

just so you know, the condo is four miles up the hill. So, if you insist on keeping it,

I say, and its true, I do. “It’s

he clenches his teeth. Eyes going heavy as they trace over my hips. “You aren’t going to be walking four miles every night at two in the

her

see?

nods, eyeing Bart as he turns to leave. “I’ll see you both at the

you just give me the key now? I’d hate to infringe

chuckling as

don’t even like this guy! He could be a serial killer for

says, “Don’t worry, kiddo. Domonic’s an asshole, yeah, but he’s a good

“Says you.”

surrounding streets. There aren’t many cars left on the road and the limited streetlighting only adds to the eerie atmosphere. The moon is only a quarter in and partially cloaked, so my view of the landscape around me is suppressed. On our way up the steepest of hills, I

you live from the

only live a block over. Why? You

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