Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

I hadn’t expected to feel nervous as I stood in her liv never been nervous a day in my life.

living room waiting for her to come down. I was Thane fucking Draeven, Vampire King. I’ve

But when she stepped through the living room doorway in that goddamn black dress? Every cell in my body said: Mine. Protect, Ravish. Now

Instead, all my brain could come up with was, “You’re…breathtaking.” Not bad, but not the best compliment I could have given her.

And then I had to go and ruin it by being a jackass about the time. Nice save, Idiot

When she turned around and headed to the front door to unlock it, I caught sight of the line of her neck, the dip of her back, the confidence in her strut–like she didn’t give a damn that I could buy a country. She definitely was the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met. And she didn’t even know it.

As she walked before me towards the car, her signature smell drifted towards me, and I inhaled it as if it were my last breath.

Then, she and Griffin started joking, and I didn’t like it. One bit. She’s mine. He doesn’t get to draw a smile from her. Fuck that.

So 1 defaulted to rude boss mode when I called out his name. Knowing me as well as he did, he knew exactly what I was trying to convey with only that one spoken word, and backed off almost instantly.

Then he had to go and dig his grave deeper by offering to help her into the car. He was getting fined on Monday; he just didn’t know it yet.

Therefore, I pushed in front of him, staking my claim on my woman, making it very clear that he’s not allowed to touch her. Stupid move. Because Harley, again, showed me that she will not tolerate my rudeness, no matter who it’s directed towards. Nor did she care that it might make me look bad in front of them by chastising me on the spot.

When she said over her shoulder, “Disrespect Griffin like that in front of me again, and you’ll be walking home while he and I go out to dinner,” had trouble deciding how I felt. Jealous because he got to hold her hand? Angry because she had the gall to scold me in front of my employees? Remorse because I upset her with an action I already knew irked her? Who fucking new anymore.

Getting in beside her, Griffin closes the door behind me and takes his seat in the front passenger seat while my driver, Mike, starts the car and pulls onto the road.

The privacy screen isn’t up yet, so my ever–polite Harley slides over to the bench seat behind the front cabin where Mike and Griffin are seated. Turning to the side to face Mike, she says with a friendly smile, “Hi, I’m Harley, And who might you be?”

Mike, not used to my guests speaking to him directly, is also a gentleman who makes eye contact when he answers you. So, he tums his head so quickly in her direction that the wheel jerks somewhat in his grasp. Before I can reprimand him, though, she places a hand on his right shoulder and calmly says, “That’s okay. You don’t need to look at me while you answer. I understand you need to keep your focus on the road.”

This fucking infuriating woman.

“I’m Mike, Miss,” he says over his shoulder, “Mr. Draeven’s driver.”

Still with that soft smile, she replies, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mike,” then slides back to the seat beside mine. I do notice, though, that she scoots away from me, most likely because of my earlier rudeness. She’ll have to get over it, because I refuse to apologize. To her or Griffin. Probably.

Looking out the window, she asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “Where did your outra come from? Did Griffin bring it when they came with the car?”

Her head snaps to me before she asks incredulously, “A bit presumptuous, isn’t it?”

Wiping off non–existent lint from my pants leg, I don’t make eye contact as I twist the truth somewhat, “I wasn’t sure if my wound had heated enough by then.”

Griffin appears at my door like a wraith–like apparition, opening it and stepping back so I can exit. Once outside, my hand automatically

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disappears into the car mid–air so I can he mine.

help her onto the sidewalk. She doesn’t fight me this time, and my soul settles when her hand slides over

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